Summary:

Devon dressed as Santa Claus, much to everyone's surprise.

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"Yo, Dev ..." Michael Knight was about to greet his boss (and second father) inside the Foundation's office after he and KITT returned from their latest assignment - to help distribute Christmas presents to children in homeless shelters. The operative's eyes widened in disbelief when he saw Devon dressed in a red velvet suit, matching hat, black boots, and white gloves. The fake bushy white beard and wig finished the look. "Yo, Santa!" Michael corrected himself before erupting into laughter.

Devon's eyes flashed indignantly for a moment. "My dear boy, I fail to see why you're laughing."

Michael attempts to calm down but finds it hard to keep a straight face. "Devon, I never imagined you as a Santa. You're always the prim and proper type of gentleman. Playing Santa must be way outside your comfort range."

"I think I'll make an excellent Santa, Michael. If you would be so kind, pass me that bag by my desk, please," asked Devon as he pulled out a pair of wire-rimmed glasses to complete the look.

Michael takes a quick peek inside the bag. "Toys! You old softy, you. So why are you playing Santa?" He asked, interested, and passed the bag to Devon.

Devon picks up the bag and throws it over his right shoulder. "A Children's hospital that the Foundation has supported for years. They needed a Santa since the man they usually had passed away earlier this year."

"I'm sorry to hear about that. Do you want me to carry the bag for you, Devon? It's a bit heavy," Michael asked, extending his right hand.

"I can manage, Michael. Thank you. I like you and KITT to drop me off. The limo will pick me up after." Devon walks toward the office doorway.

"Sure thing, Devon." Michael wonders how KITT would react when he sees 'Santa Devon.'

Three minutes later, the men arrive inside the garage where the silent form of the Knight Industries Two Thousand is. KITT is currently recharging after a quick maintenance check by Bonnie. A security sensor sends a signal to the computer's central processing unit. The Trans AM's dashboard lights along with the Anamorphic Equalizer in front of the prow. "Michael? I was recharging. Is there..." The computer stops speaking when his scanners pick up Devon's life signs. "Devon, is that you?" KITT questioned incredulously and started to laugh. The computer's laughter is something new that he learned during the past year, and Michael finds it makes his soulmate even more human-like in his persona.

"Doesn't Devon look great, Pal?" Michael asked, holding back more laughter.

"I'm not used to Devon wearing anything other than his usual attire except during Halloween, Michael." By now, KITT has stopped laughing but does a mechanical version of a smile by brightening his vocal modulator.

"I'm right here," Devon muttered, annoyed at being referred to in the third person.

"Sorry!" Michael and KITT said in unison.

Knowing that the duo didn't mean to be insulting, Devon smiles under the beard. He's amazed at how much Michael and KITT are alike in many ways and how much they love each other. "Shall we get going? I should be available less than thirty minutes from now, and Santa can't be late!"

"Hop in, Devon," KITT replied, automatically opening the driver and passenger doors. The toy bag is now safely inside the Trans AM's trunk.

The trio drives toward a banquet hall that the Foundation has rented on behalf of the hospital. Upon arrival twenty minutes later, the parking lot is filled with cars and people walking toward the front entrance.

Devon directs KITT to go to the back entrance of the building, and KITT stops near the doorway.

Devon exits the car, grabs the bag from the trunk, and waves goodbye before entering.

Michael waves and KITT honks his horn before leaving. "I think Devon is way over his head, Buddy," he comments, chuckling.

"You think so, Michael? I admit, seeing Devon in a Santa suit is something I will never forget," KITT said, amused.

"I have to give Devon credit. I hope he doesn't forget the Ho Ho Ho," Michael agrees. "Since we don't have any assignments, how about a drive? You choose the destination, Pal."

"Thank you, Michael. I have a destination in mind." The two drive away while continuing to talk about Devon.

Hours pass, and the duo return to FLAG's HQ. It's a clear night, and the sky fills with twinkling stars. KITT drops Michael off at the front of the mansion. "Thank you, Michael. I had a great time during our drive. I'm in the mood to listen to Christmas music before recharging. Goodnight, and I love you.

Michael pats the dash before exiting the Trans AM. "I love you too, KITT. Goodnight."

KITT drives slowly toward the garage, and Michael enters the mansion. He was about to head upstairs to his bedroom when he heard a noise from Devon's office. Michael notices the office door is ajar. He cautiously approaches the office and peeks inside.

Inside is a disheveled Devon. His Santa suit is dirty and partially torn, the beard is half off, the wig is on Devon's desk, and the wired-rimmed glasses have a missing lens. "What the hell happened to you, Devon? Are you ok?" Michael asked, concerned, and immediately walked over to the exhausted Devon. "KITT? I need vitals for Devon now, Buddy!" Michael spoke into the comlink.

"Right away, Michael. What happened?" KITT inquired anxiously as his scanner quickened its side-to-side pace.

"I don't know, KITT," Michael answered, worried.

"Devon's heart rate and blood pressure are higher than normal but not too high to warrant hospitalization. I recommend sleep more than anything," KITT said, less anxious. The thought of listening to Christmas music is absent from the computer's CPU.

"No need to worry, Michael. I'm alright. You too, KITT," Devon finally replied. "Blast my suit is ruined!"

"So what happened?"

"I'll tell you all about it in the morning, Michael. Suffice it to say, I'm never going to play Santa again. Next year, you can be Santa."