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BTW yesterday's chappie was based of "What Babe is This?" At least, I think...

REVIEWS

MsEDarcy: Yeah. It just burst into my head, and I'm pretty sure it's based off "A Baby Changes Everything." Yay! Stepmother will have water powers! *claps hands* Oh, yeah. Nico told me about it XD. Speaking of the demented son of Hades, I think he got me something.

Daddy: *reading review over my shoulder* OH, CRAP! *runs off*

Me: Eh, I don't think he got one yet.

sonofthetrigod: Yeah, I started crying a little ;(. Yes, they WILL be!

IATW: Yeah, I was like "Now why should Chris join Luke?" and it popped into my head. And their relationship is more romantic! Yay! Plus, I couldn't kill Clarisse's mom, seeing how she plays an important role of her daughter's love life in BOTL! Poor Clara ;(. IDK, really. Rick never said. Actually, I have NO idea XD! I just got the idea! I'm sorta leaning towards her being a sibling, though...

Nico: *walks in with tape all over his clothes* -.-

Me: O.o Lemme get those off...*starts ripping off tape*...

Nico: Um, not too har-

Me: *accidently rips off his shirt* OH, GODS OF DAMNATION! *turns around*

Daddy: *comes in with present* ...What just happened...

LET US BEGIN!

HAZELS'S SANTA BABY

(Hazel's POV)

Well, here I was: On a Santa stakeout.

Mama never told me about this Santa fellow. We never really celebrated Christmas. But most of the campers insisted that he was real. Especially the younger ones.

They said that he brought you presents. And that he would go down your chimney. And he had a sleigh, with...something called reindeer? There were many songs about him.

And I was determined to find out if he was real or not.

It was almost midnight. The time that everyone says he comes at. So I sat patiently, drinking my hot Choclate. I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Finally, with the clock inching towards 12:00, I fell asleep.

*DO YOU LIKE MY LINEBREAK?!*

Wow! Where WAS I? It was cold, and snowing. But it wasn't Camp Half-Blood. The snow went above my ankles, and it was much colder. I shivered, wishing I had a jacket.

Suddenly, a jacket appeared on me. Well, it was more like a parka!

It WAS a dream, after all.

"Hello?" I called.

Nothing.

"HELLLOOOOOO!" I called again, cupping my hands around my mouth.

Nada. Zilch. Zero.

I stomped my foot.

"Why, hello there!" a jolly, deep voice called.

I turned. And gasped.

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The biggest sleigh that I had ever seen stood behind me, and a fat man in a red suit, with twinkling blue eyes and a bushy white beard sat at its front. A team of nine deer with bells on their harnesses pulled the sleigh.

"Where am I?" I asked him.

The man chuckled. "Why, the North Pole, obviously!"

"The North Pole..." I murmured, surveying my surroundings.

My surroundings had a LOT of snow.

"Could you show me where Santa Claus lives?"

The man chuckled again. "My dear, I AM Santa Claus!"

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"You ARE real!" I exclaimed, then blushed.

"Yes, dear, I am real."

"Well, I should've known, since everyone was telling me..."

"And you didn't believe them?" Santa frowned, shaking his head.

A few of the reindeer snorted.

"I don't know..." I trailed off.

Santa stood up, dusted himself off, then lumbered off his sleigh. He kneeled in front of me.

"Child, did others mislead you?"

"Well...The other campers, the ones my age, said you weren't real, that it was all a game invented by the adults."

Santa shook his head. "Ah, when we grow up, Hazel, we lose our belief in childhood dreams! We lose the childlike innocent, and become...adults."

"Sir, aren't you an adult?" I asked him.

Santa thought for a few minutes. "For, oh, 900 years or so."

My eyes widened. "That's a long time, sir!"

Santa nodded. "Yes, yes it is, dear."

Pause.

"I was sitting in front of our fireplace, waiting for you," I blurted out.

"Ah, Hazel! That is not the proper way to believe. Adults have been misleading children for years, saying that proof is needed!" He shook his head sadly. "I find it sad when people grow up."

A reindeer with a red nose, at the front of the group, pawed the ground, snorting.

"Just a moment, Rudolph!" Santa called.

"Then, Sir, what IS the proper way to believe?" I asked.

Santa stood up, adjusting his belt. "Well, adults say that seeing is believing."

"Yes," I answered. Mama always said so.

Santa started waking back up his sleigh. "But," he added, turning around. "They have it all backwards."

"Sir?" I asked, not understanding.

Santa snapped his fingers. A silver bell appeared in his hands. "Believing IS seeing! Ho Ho HO!" he threw the bell. Instinctively, I caught it.

"Sir? How did you know my name?" I inquired.

Santa chuckled. "Why, I know every child's name."

With that, his sleigh flew into the air, and he sped off.

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I woke up, lying on the couch. Was it really all just a dream?

Suddenly, I heard a CRASH!

(Frank's POV)

Oh, gods.

I mentally smacked myself.

Note to self: Next time you're playing Santa for your girlfriend, do NOT, under ANY circumstances, DROP YOUR PRESENTS OR RUN INTO ANYTHING!

Unforchanately, I had done both of those things.

"Who's there?," someone squawked.

Oh, no! Hazel was here! And, worse, she was AWAKE!

"Um..." I tried to do a deep voice. "Santa is! HO HO HO!"

"You used the door."

Crap.

"Fine," I admitted, dropping my lame attempt at a Santa voice. "It's me. Frank."

"Frank?" Hazel got off the couch, then turned around. "So, he isn't real..."

"Um, yeah." I blushed. "It was a story the adults cooked up for their kids."

Hazel looked a bit sad.

"Hey, it's okay!" I assured her, sitting down next to her.

"I guess..."

Then, I noticed something in her hands. "What are you holding?"

Hazel unclenched her hand to reveal a silver bell, approximately the size of a 6-years-old's fist.

I whistled. "Wow! Where did you get THAT?!"

Her face took on a look of pure shock. "In my dream...Santa gave me a silver bell..."

We both stared at each other.

I broke the silence. "Shall we wait for him?"

"Sure. It's only 6 minutes to midnight."

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Honestly, I don't remember falling asleep.

First, Hazel drifted off. She fell asleep on my lap. I couldn't help but admire how cute she looked in her sleep.

Then I did.

(Nico's POV)

(A/N: Nico DEMANDED a part in this. And I'm a Nico Fangirl! So I did this.)

Damn! That was one helluva party!

I staggered into my cabin, with a Santa hat on my head.

Whee! Dionysus was at the party! I think he slipped some booze in the drinks! Which may have been why Phoebe was making out with some son of Demeter! And why Thalia kissed me!

Giggling, I waddled towards my bed. Then, I saw them, which instantly cleared my head:

Frank and Hazel. On the couch.

Oh, shit.

WHAT WERE THOSE TWO DOING?!

Immediantly, I checked the beds and other couches.

Nada.

Whew!

Frank was lying back on the couch, wearing a Santa hat for some absurd reason. Hazel was on top of him, a sprig of holly tucked in her curls.

Of course, seeing how I was a drunk idiot at the time, I did nothing and crashed on my bed.

(?'s POV)

I chuckled as I watched the two fall asleep. That was part of the magic: People fell asleep near my presence. Which was why her brother fell to sleep so quickly.

Otherwise, I would have an even harder time doing my job.

I set the last present under their Christmas tree.

"Merry Christmas, demigods," I whispered as I tapped the side of my nose and flew up their chimney.

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I LOVE me new LINEBREAK! Anyway, Nico's shirt is back on, although Daddy chewed us out. But I think he approves of us. Says Nico is the only kid of Death Breath's Greek form that he actually tolerates.

Anyway, here's a sappy Christmas message:

Christmas. It's here again. We love it. You get presents, like on your birthday. You get candy, and behave all year...just for it. But what IS Christmas all about? We celebrate Christmas because Jesus, our lord and Savior, was born on this very special day. We love Him so much that we celebrate His birthday every year. The angels proclaimed it to lowly sheperds. But not to high officals. Jesus was born unto a poor family. But why? He IS the Son of God the Almighty. He could've been born into a rich family! But he chose a poor one because He cared about us. In His holy eyes, EVERYONE was special. It didn't matter if you are rich, poor, well-dressed, ANY of that. He loves you with ALL his heart-so much that He became human for us. We celebrate Christmas because Jesus showed us that it wasn't about the getting-it was about the giving. We have to give love freely to be truly loved by someone. We celebrate Christmas because it's not about the presents, cookies, Santa, getting, candy, ornaments, tree, or even miseltoe. It's about celebrating the special time we spend with friends, family, and giving. And, of course, the anniversery of the greatest gift Jesus has EVER given to the world. Himself.
Merry Christmas everyone!

Shazer