Fanfic Speedrun: Write The Scene You Want To Write And Skip The Rest Of The Fic

fanfic speedrun: write the scene you want to write and skip the rest of the fic

(same goes on the reader side of things)

Comfort and a visit to Charlie’s

(Chapter 10 of two souls entwined in the North Pole)

As soon as we get home dad heads to his room and refuses to come out. The door is locked to talking through it is about all I can do. How Laura can be such a cruel person is a loss to me. He barely does anything for over a week. After work I trudge to my room, change into pajamas and crawl under the covers. I just can't do it anymore. I rub my locket because it makes me think of Bernard. He'd make everything better. I just know it.

"Snowbird what's wrong?" I hear Bernard's voice come from outside my covers.

"She did it." I say, fighting back tears.

"Who did what?" He sits beside me.

"Laura took away dads visitation rights. He's not supposed to even be near him now!" I sob.

He pulls back the blanket and pulls me into his arms.

"I'm sorry snowbird." He pats me on the back. "I've got to get back to the pole for now but I'll see you later, ok?"

I nod and hug him tight. After he poofs away a knock comes from my door.

"Do you want to take a walk with me? Maybe see the Christmas lights at the town square?" Dad asks opening my door.

"Yeah, that sounds fun." I wipe my eyes with my sleeve.

We leave the house and start walking. Soon we are at a familiar house.

"Dad! You know we aren't supposed to be here!" I gasp.

"I just want to see him." Dad sighs, knocking on the door.

Neil opens the door and looks confused between us both.

"Hey Neil." Dad stuffs his hands into his pockets.

"Scott, you're not supposed to be here. And neither are they." Neil points to me.

"Don't make me beat you up Neil." Dad half heartedly threatens.

"Oh would Santa and Christmas spirit beat up someone?" Neil says, hands on his hips.

Dad moves past him into the house. I shrug and offer a half sincere sorry.

"I'm this close." dad says, fingers nearly touching.

" So you still believe you're Santa?" Neil asks pointedly.

"I don't know." Dad sighs.

Charlie comes running in. "What do you mean you don't know? Of course you are, Dad. How can you say that? Think of all those kids!"

"The only kids I'm thinking about are you and your sibling." Dad tussles his hair.

"We're fine! You can't let them down!" Charlie stomps.

Laura cuts in "Charlie listen."

" You listen! You think you know who he is. You don't!" Charlie wails.

Laura tries to reason with him " Charlie. Honey, listen. You're confused."

"I know exactly who they are!" Charlie cries out, tears brimming from his eyes.

"They are not Christmas spirit and Santa Claus!" Laura practically screams at him.

"He is too, Santa! We went to the North Pole together. I saw it. The elves are real old even though they look like Bernard called me sport, 'cause he knew everything. Right, Dad? He's (y/n)s soulmate! The necklace they have is from him!" Charlie tosses dad his snow globe.

And like that it seems like everything clicks behind his eyes.

"Thank you Charlie, thank you." He scoops him into a hug.

"Can we have a minute? To say goodbye?" I plead.

Laura scrunches up her face but Neil nods and ushers her off.

"You saw the ball come to life! You saw it!" Charlie says joyously.

"You bet I did," dad starts but Charlie is ready to run to pack a bag.

"Well, wait, sport. Sport. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. I think it's a much better idea if you just stayed here with your mom." Dad explains.

"I wanna be with you two though!" Charlie says.

"I love hearing you say that" dad wipes his eyes.

"You mean I can go?!" Charlie asks excited.

"Boy, this bird is dry. Haven't you people heard about basting?" I hear a familiar voice and I see the face of my boyfriend stuffed with turkey.

I hold in a giggle but my smile is bursting at h the seams. He smiles back at me.

"Bernard!" Charlie jumps up.

"Hiya sport!" Bernard nods at him.

"Bernard, can I go? Please, can I go, Bernard?!" Charlie pleads, puppy dog eyes engaged.

"It's ok with me." Bernard shrugs.

He grabs our my hand and dads. I hold Charlie and he poofs us away. In mere seconds we are at the pole. An elf whisks Charlie away to help on the sleigh and our outfits.

Bernard whisks me away while dad bonds with the reindeer.

"How do you always know how to make things better?" I grin.

"Just part of my charm I guess." He presses his forehead to mine.

I move forward and lock our lips. The faint taste of turkey lingers on his breath. I kiss him hard and he kisses back harder. My tongue grazes his l bottom lip and he gladly opens to me. He lets out a light moan and I can't help but to think dirty. My hands find his hair and his hands meet behind my neck. His hair is unbelievably soft. I wonder if the carpet match the drapes. I'm sure he would be beautiful down below, just like the rest of him is. My finger grazes his ear and he damn near buckles out from under him. He pulls me as close as he can, his half hard erection pulsating against the inside of my thigh, and when we might get a little too carried away a knock interrupts us. We quickly untangle ourselves from each other. Our faces hot with lust and embarrassment. His hands shifts his bag to hide his growing hard on.

Dad stands in the doorway. "Was what I think was happening in her, happening?" He points between both of us.

"Well, that depends on what you thought was happening!" I rush.

"So the answer is yes." Dad nods smugly.

"I am an adult you know!" I cross my arms.

"You're still my little kid. But if it had to be anyone I'm glad it's you Bernard." He nods.

"Well thank you sir!" Bernard beams, his hands fidgeting.

"Just don't be doing that around me. I would like to think of my kid as innocent even if they're not," dad starts.

"Guys! Quinton and I have got to show you this!" Charlie burst in.

Bernard smiles at me and I pull him out of the room. He's perfect.

Bernard the elf x reader Masterlist

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(Two souls entwined in the North Pole)Bernard the elf x reader

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Wrapped in love

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

A dream? (Chapter 5)

I wake up to the sound of soft snoring beside me. I wipe the crust from my eyes and turn to see Charlie curled up beside me. I gently toss the blanket off me and swing my legs of the bed. I reach for my glasses and place them onto my face. I look down and softly gasp. These are not my pajamas! At least not the ones I went to bed in last night. Suddenly I remember last night. I hope with all my might it was just a dream, but as I reach to check for the necklace, I am faced with the reality. My dad is Santa, I'm soulmates with an elf, and I'm now the face of Christmas spirit everywhere. Turning back to Charlie's sleeping form I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

I rush to change before Charlie wakes. I can only pray dad doesn't get me killed.

"Sissy (y/n)!" Charlie practically catapults himself from my bed.

He attaches himself to my leg and tugs on the hem of my shirt. I notice just now that his pjs match mine I was wearing.

"Let's go wake up dad, then we can see what you got for Christmas!" I smile at him and he races off.

Moments later my dad is in the hallway, bed head and all.

Charlie grabs dad and my hand and practically drags us down the stairs to the tree.

Dad breaks off to start the coffee pot and pop some frozen waffles in the toaster. Charlie opens the presents at a rapid rate.

"(Y/n)! There's a gift for you under here!" Charlie calls to me from the tree.

"What? A gift for me?" I scrunch my face and drag my feet to the tree.

There is a present under there! Plaid wrapping paper encase a medium sized box, tied with a red bow. My eyes search for the name tag, finding it in the right hand corner. The from spot is signed with the name Bernard. I gentle undo the ribbon and tear the paper off. I open the box to see -my onesie? And a bag? I unfold the onesie to see that it has been patched where it got torn when we went down those chimneys. Also my name is now embroidered onto the right breast. I pick up the bag and look inside. A note is stuck to the inside pocket of it. It reads "(y/n), I know you probably don't think last night was real. So I thought I would give you something that will help you understand the magic of Christmas. This bag will have whatever you need whenever you need it. I'll be checking in with you soon! -Bernard, Head elf at the North Pole."

"What did you get (y/n)?!" Charlie bounces on his knees next to me.

"Nothing buddy, uh, just my onesie is patched up now." I hurriedly blurt out, hoping he'll buy it. And he does.

"Aww! Maybe Bernard can get you something better next year!" Charlie suggests.

I whip my head around to him and grab his forearm "Where do you know that name from?"

"The North Pole, remember?! Dads the new Santa and you're the spirit of Christmas!" Charlie's now wide eyed.

Suddenly I hear a knock on the front door. Dad walks over and opens it and Laura is standing there. Charlie rushes over and hugs her.

"Did you have a good time with your father?" Laura asks, her voice sickeningly sweet.

"Great time! The best!" Charlie hops up and down.

"Oh, ho, Scott. Nice P.J.s. Very festive. Where'd you get them?" Laura sarcastically smiles.

"Judy gave them to him mom!" Charlie beams.

"Judy? Really?" Laura squints.

"Up at the North Pole!" Charlie grins.

"Ah, one of Santa's helpers!" Laura nods.

" Last night, we went with the flying reindeer. It was really neat, Mom. Dad was Santa, and Larry showed me the workshop. And (y/n) is now the spirit of Christmas. They found their soulmate Bernard at the pole. He's an elf with curly hair and a green hat!" Charlie spews out.

"Gee, thanks for keeping his feet on the ground." Laura grits out.

"You bet." Dad sighs.

"Honey, you go wait in the car for a minute, okay? I'll be right there." Laura tells Charlie.

"Bye! Thanks for a great night at the North Pole!" Charlie says as he trots away.

"What have you and your crazy kid been telling him?!" Laura asks pointedly.

"First off, they aren't crazy! Secondly, I had this really strange dream, I must have told him about it." Dad defends us.

I then rush out the door to the car that's waiting outside.

"How'd I get the necklace?" I ask Charlie.

"I told you, Bernard gave it to you! At the North Pole!" Charlie shakes his hands at me.

"The North Pole?" Neil questions.

"Yeah, dad is the new Santa! The regular Santa fell off the roof, and Dad put on the suit. Then (y/n) put on the hat! They're the new spirit of Christmas!" Charlie practically yells at Neil.

"Charlie, (y/n) hates Christmas. How could they be the spirit of Christmas?" Neil levels with Charlie.

"Bernard said that if they don't, both of them will die!" Charlie cries out.

"We will talk about this at home Charlie." Laura glares holes into me.

They drive off with Charlie sputtering about the pole. We make our way back inside. When inside I slide my shoes and coat off.

"It's just a dream. Stuff like that doesn't happen." Dad says, reassuring himself more than me.

"I don't know dad..." I start as he cuts me off.

"Come on (y/n)! Not you too now!" Dad says exasperated.

"You have to admit it's an awful coincidence we had the same dream. And then woke up in different clothes than we went to bed in." I follow him into the kitchen.

"That's what it was! Just a coincidence!" Dad pours himself a cup of coffee, nearly spilling it everywhere with his shaking.

"What about the tattoo!?" I snatch the mug from his hand. "I've gone my entire life with a name on my wrist and no one can ever explain it! What if this is it?!"

"I don't know! But this isn't normal!" He takes the coffee back and downs it in a gulp.

"Nothing's been normal since mom died! I'm not happy about leaving everything either, but it's what she would have wanted!" Tears cloud my vision.

Dad pulls me into a tight embrace.

He rubs circles into my back and I sob harder.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, let's just take things slow. Even if it did happen. I can't just quit my job!" He hugs me even tighter, if that's even possible.

"Ok dad, I'm going back to bed." I trudge back upstairs.

Falling onto my bed I think to myself. What has dad gotten us into now?

Work and a visit from an elf

(Chapter 4 of wrapped in love)

It's been eight months and the amount of mouth injuries I've gotten is impossible to count. Luckily my mouth instantly heals now, but it's still inconvenient. My canine teeth have sharpened and my ears have elongated slightly. Being a children's librarian it makes it easy to pass off as a cosplay in town. Dad is trying to deny what happened, but his hair has gone light grey and he has gained a lot of weight. I mean a lot. I'm setting up to record when I hear the sound of bells. I spin in my chair to see Bernard standing in my doorway.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him.

"Just checking in. How's everything going?" Bernard sits onto my bed.

"Cool, cool. My mom doesn't want dad to ever see Charlie again, but other than that I've been good." I say pulling on my sweater over my tank top.

"Oh, sorry about that." He winces.

"They'll work it out. They always do." I shrug.

"What exactly are you doing?" He asks, looking behind me at my books laid out.

"I'm gonna be going to work at the library" I say putting on my barrettes. 

"Can I come?" He asks.

"Absolutely! Just wondering, why?" I ask, putting on my clip on earrings.

"I have to see what your like with children. It's customary." He explains.

"Makes sense." I nod as I grab the bag he gifted me.

"It's just down the road so I walk." I say slipping on my shoes.

"Are you sure you can walk in those?" He points to my platforms.

"Yeah, totally. I've been rocking platforms for over ten years." I smile.

We walk out the door and I lock it behind me. The walk to the library is a short but pretty one. The flowers seem to bloom and the birds sing in the trees. After a short five minutes, we are there. Entering the library, I am greeted by a chorus of hellos from patrons and coworkers. I clock in and walk back to Bernard.

"Reading corner isn't for another couple hours, I've got shelving until then." I gesture to my cart.

"That's okay. I need to see how you work with others anyways." He shrugs.

Quickly and efficiently I stock all the returns and still have twenty minutes until reading to the children. Bernard observes from the corner as I check out several people.

"Oh I love this book!" I say to the person I'm checking out, gesturing to the book Misery.

"I adore Stephen king and haven't been able to find this one yet. Im excited to read it." The customer grins.

"Well, tell me how you like it when you return it." I smile back.

The head librarian taps my shoulder as the customer walks away.

"It's time." She smiles.

I grab my small bell from the counter and make my way to the reading corner where Bernard already sits. I bring the bell up high and ring it six times. Children seem to come out of the brickwork and swarm around the reading corner. Some racing to the front and others preferring to sit back.

"What story are you telling today Ms. Calvin?" A girl with no front teeth lisps.

"Today we are reading... where the wild things are!" I drumroll and pull out the hardback.

"That looks scary!" A boy from the back calls out.

"Remember, it's fiction! And fiction means-" I start and they all bellow "fake!"

"The monsters in this book are not real and cannot hurt you! And if they were, I'd be here to protect you!" I flex my arm and the kids erupt into giggles.

"Now we have the main character, his name is max! And he's naughty!" I explain the premise.

I open the book and begin reading.

"The night max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind"

I flip the page. "And another."

Flipping the page "his mother called him wild thing" I say in a sweet voice.

"And max said 'I'll eat you up!" I give a gruff voice.

"So he was sent to bed without eating anything."

"That very night, in max's room, a forest grew." I rustle the potted plants behind me, "and grew- and grew until his ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all around."

"And an ocean tumbled by with a private boat just for max and he sailed off through night and day. And in and out of weeks, and almost a year to where the wild things are!"

The kids become enthralled with the story. Some stomp when the wild things do and some make scary faces. The children no longer appear scared and relax into the story. I close the book and set it onto the shelf.

"What story are you reading us tomorrow?!" A girl from the back calls out to me.

"Well I guess you'll have to come here to see!" I taunt jovially.

The group erupt into giggles and sighs of disappointment. They begin to scatter back into the library when the girl with no teeth approaches me.

"Ms.Calvin? Who's your friend?" She points to Bernard.

"This is Bernard! He's from out of state so he's just visiting for the time being." I lie.

"Oh, that makes sense. So can you tell me what book your gonna read next?" She pleads with me.

"Now Gisselle, that wouldn't be fair for the other kids." I ruffle her hair.

"I know." She giggles as she runs off.

"How'd I know her name?" I mumble.

"That's part of being Santa. They're all knowing. Most of the time anyway." Bernard shrugs.

"Oh. That makes sense I suppose. Anyway my shift is over, we better get back to pick up Charlie from the bus station.”

I sling my bag over my shoulder and punch out. I send a goodbye to the head librarian and she nods. Walking the way to Charlie's bus stop I think about what this means for my family. Getting to the stop, we wait about five minutes until Charlie's bus pulls up. I sit on the bench and change my shoes, a new pair appearing in my bag and I slip my platforms into it.

"Why the change?" Bernard asks.

"Charlie likes to be carried. And I can't do that in platforms without risking injury to both of us." I shrug.

The bus doors open and charlie is the first kid off, running to me with open arms.

"(Y/n)!!!" He throws his arms around me.

I pick him up and place him onto my shoulders.

"Bernard! You're here too!" He points.

"Hey sport! I'm here to see how your sibling and dad are doing." Bernard smiles.

"Dad's in denial. I learned the word from Neil." He smiles proudly.

"I'm sure you want to get home before dad gets back, so we better head out." I start walking.

Bernard trails behind us. We soon make it to the house and I unlock the door. Placing Charlie down, he kicks off his shoes and runs to the tv.

"Can we, oh can we watch muppets Christmas carol? Please (y/n)?" He asks with puppet eyes.

"It's not even winter yet, sport." I sit next to him.

"But it's my favorite!" He pleads.

"I can't say no to you, you watch it and I'll start dinner." I kiss his forehead.

I walk into the kitchen and start to prepare supper.

"This a new thing with him?" Bernard nods his head at the movie.

"Oh no! It's been his favorite forever. He watches it all the time." I clarify.

"So your dad. How's his transformation going?" Bernard clasps his hands.

"He's convinced it didn't happen. Even though we both have changed dramatically." I sigh.

"That's ok. You have three more months to get your affairs in order. Then you both will move to the pole." He wrings his hands.

"Like forever? How's that fair to us?" I get up.

"Well someone has to deliver Christmas presents. And your dad is now responsible for Christmas cheer." He holds his hands up.

"He's like the least cheery person I know." I try to explain.

"Well that doesn't matter now." Bernard shrugs.

"How am I supposed to tell him?" I ask.

"Not my job, sorry." He says, proofing into glitter once more.

"This is fucking bullshit!" I set the knife onto the cutting board.

I hear the door bell ring and sigh.

"Can you get that Charlie?" I ask him.

"It's the list!" He calls back.

The what now?

Delivering gifts and -THE NORTH POLE?! (chapter 3)

Soaring through the sky everything looks tiny. I hold onto Charlie as tight as I can as he and I peer over the edge of the sleigh. Suddenly the sleigh starts to descend onto a nearby roof.

"I hope you're all happy! And I hope the guy that lives here is a TAILOR!" Dad yells.

"You've got the suit on, now what?" I ask dad.

"The list." Charlie says calmly.

"Oh here's a list, how fortunate!" Dad snarks.

Dad steps out of the sleigh, bag in hand. Suddenly the bag starts floating up, bringing him with it.

"Are you ok dad?" I ask him.

"I lived through the 60s, don't worry about me!" He shouts down at me.

I climb out of the sleigh only to start flying up too. "What's this bullshit now?! I'm not in the suit!" I burst out before we are both sucked down the chimney.

"Ok what now?" Dad glares at me.

I take the sack from his hands. "We deliver." I say straight faced.

"Even if I wanted to, it's empty." He hisses.

I open it and find three boxes inside despite the bag feeling empty just moments earlier.

"I guess not dad, we better hurry though and get back to Charlie." I hurriedly placed the presents under the tree. I turn around to see this kid standing there, grinning ear to ear.

"Uh we got company dad," I nudge him.

"How come you don't have a beard?" The kid asks him.

"Because I shaved," he spits.

"You're supposed to drink the milk!" She points to a cup of milk and a cookie set out on the end table.

"Look I'm lactose intolerant and you should be asleep," he argues.

"And who are you?" She says pointing to me.

"I'm the spirit of Christmas, Santa can't do it all by himself you know. Now how bout I drink this milk and you go on to bed sweetheart." I convince the child downing the milk and pocketing the cookie.

"My mom calls me sweetheart! How'd you know that!" She rocks on her feet.

"I'm not Santa's helper for nothing, now off to bed with you." I whisper, ushering her up the stairs.

I make my way to the chimney and dad turns to me. "How did you know that little girl's nickname?"

"It just came to me, I don't know how, but it did. Now let's get out of here!" I say grabbing his arm as we get sucked back up the chimney.

"So how'd it feel?!" Charlie probes.

"Felt like America's most wanted. Now take us home guys!" He commands the reindeer and they take off flying.

At one point or another Charlie and I must have conked out. Next thing I know dad is shaking me and snow is biting against my exposed skin. I pull the blanket around Charlie tighter and him to me. Charlie is definitely awake as he is talking dad's ear off as I'm trying to wrap my head around this.

The reindeer start their descent onto a patch of land surrounded by pine trees. All that is here is a pole.

"It's the North Pole!" Charlie jumps up and down excitedly.

Suddenly a kid comes from behind the trees. He approaches the pole, flips the top open and puts in a code.

Dad tries to get his attention but he ignores dad.

Suddenly the ground begins to move.

"We're moving! We're going down somehow!" I shake dad.

"Yeah I can see that (y/n)!" He shakes me back playfully.

Comet turns his head to me. "We're home!" He says.

I look at dad and he seems unfazed. Like he didn't hear it so I look at Charlie and he's the same.

I must have hit my head at Dennys. First a guy falls off the roof. Then we squish like jello down some chimneys. And now I'm hearing reindeer talk to me.

We make our way down into what seems to be a workshop. Dad steps out of the sleigh. He turns to me and places a hand on my shoulder " stay here with your brother where you're safe." He asserts himself. I know I'm going to ignore him as I'm curious.

Dad walks over to a kid and starts talking to them.  I step out and lift Charlie, blanket and all out of the sleigh. I walk to dad with Charlie as a person around my age comes over.

"Hey! Who's causin' all the trouble around here?" He asks the kid.

"He is!" "She is!" Both dad and the kid point at each other.

"Are we on a coffee break?" The man asks the kid.

"We don't drink coffee!" The kid retorts.

"Then I guess the break is over! Back to work. Thanks." He grumbles and starts to walk away.

Dad squares his shoulders " Take it easy on her, will ya? Who are you?"

"I'm Bernard. Nice to meet you Santa." The man now known as Bernard says to dad.

Suddenly my tattoo is so itchy. It feels like it's on fire. I don't know why but I feel drawn to this person.

I must zone out for a minute because Charlie is now next to dad. I rush over and pull him back slightly. Bernard may be handsome, but he's also still a stranger.

"I'm hungry and thirsty too!" Charlie butts in.

"Yeah dad, all he's had for the past couple hours are cookies I've pocketed from houses." I chime.

"And who might these be?" Bernard asks my dad.

"These are my kids Charlie and (y/n). (y/n) and Charlie meet Beh- beh-." Dad struggles to place the name just given to him moments before.

"Bernard, right?" I ask Bernard.

"Yes." He nods at me and then turns his attention towards Charlie, "Hiya sport"

"He called me sport just like you two do dad!" Charlie says excitedly.

"Wonderful" dad spits.

"Hey, you know what. I got somethin' for you. Okay, now hold out your hand, all right? Now, be very careful. This is very old, just like me." Bernard reaches into his satchel and retrieves a snow globe.

"Shake it Charlie,"I encourage him with a nod.

" Uh, Larry, take Charlie here and get him some chow." Bernard beckons a kid over.

"No, Larry, don't do that. Charlie!" Dad sputters.

"He will be ok dad. He's not dumb." I try to reassure dad.

"Exactly! You'll want to get out of those clothes as soon as possible. You two look drenched." Bernard gives a look over and shakes his head.

"Barnaby, I just wanna go home. Look, I am not Santa Claus!" Dad stammers.

"Did you or did you not read the card?" Bernard says through gritted teeth.

"Yeah why?" Dad snaps.

"In putting on the hat and jacket you accepted the contract" Bernard motions to our attire.

"The Santa Clause: "ln putting on this suit and entering the sleigh the wearer waives any and all rights to any previous identity, real or implied, and fully accepts the duties and responsibilities of Santa Clause and the Christmas spirit in perpetuity until such time that wearer becomes unable to do so by either accident or design." Bernard reads off the card.

"Christmas spirit, what's that?" I ask him.

"The very essence of Christmas. You're responsible for all the holiday cheer." He explains to me. "Now the list will be shipped to your house. Mark each name with a P or a C."

"P for present and c for coal." I explain.

"What list?" Dad asks, confused.

"THE LIST! You know," Bernard points. "He's making a list" Bernard starts low.

"Checking it twice!" Charlie chimes in.

Bernard's hands meet his face in somewhat embarrassment.

The rest of the elves join in with "Gonna find out who's naughty and nice!"

"Now you and your kid gotta get your affairs in order. You're due back here on thanksgiving! That should leave you enough time for me to train them." Bernard says deliberately to dad.

"When do we get out of here?" I chime in.

Bernard turns his attention to me, "You leave tomorrow morning."

"What if I don't want to do this?" Dad asks angrily.

"Don't even kid about something like that!" Bernard glares at him.

"Why not?" Dad challenges.

Bernard's face falls, "Then there would be millions of disappointed children around the world. You see, children hold the spirit of Christmas within their hearts. And seeing as your kid now is the spirit of Christmas, you wouldn't want to be responsible for killing the spirit of Christmas and your kid, now, would you Santa."

What now?! I'll die if dad doesn't get with the picture. My jaw drops slightly and my eyebrows furrow. This has got to be some nightmare.

"Judy will take you to your room. Get out of the suit. It needs to be cleaned. I'll take (y/n) to their room." Bernard motions for me to follow and I do.

Dad's mouth falls open but he quickly shuts it.

This has got to be the worst night of my life thus far.