Written: Christmas of 2021

It was Christmas Eve night, and you had just gone around the house and shut off all the lights, leaving it dark besides the light from your Christmas tree.

You made your way into your bedroom, ready to get under the blankets and fall asleep. For tomorrow, you didn't really have any plans, other than going to spend the day with your mom. Currently, you were living alone, so under the tree, there weren't any gifts or anything special.

You didn't mind, through, but it did make you a little sad to not have someone that you could give gifts to.

You sighed softly, laying down in your bed and snuggling into the blankets. You yawned a little, nuzzling your face into your pillow as you shut your eyes, ready to welcome the bliss otherwise known as sleep.

Just as you were about to slip into that bliss, however, you heard a noise out in the living room.

You opened your eyes for a moment, but shook your head, disregarding it as the house creaking or something, before shutting your eyes again.

Until you heard it again.

You sat up, looking out the door of your bedroom.

Was there someone out there?

You slowly brought yourself to your feet, uneasily beginning to make your way out to the living room.

As you turned around the corner, you began to hear a rustling noise, and to your surprise, you saw a man in red bent over beside your Christmas tree.

"What the hell?" You blurted out, causing the man to look up at you.

"Um...go back to bed." He Said quickly.

You placed your hands on your hips. "How did you get in here?"

"Through the chimney, duh." He replied, digging back into his red bag and placing a rather large gift under your tree.

He continued to go through the bag as you approached him, looking closely at him.

"You're awfully skinny, Santa."

He chuckled a bit. "I'm on a diet."

You sighed a little. "Gerard, What are you doing?"

He looked up at you. "Who's Gerard?"

You smirked at him. "Don't."

He laughed a bit. "Okay, Fine.."

He pulled down the fake beard, as you looked at him expectantly.

"Your mom told me you're alone for Christmas."

"I'm going over to her house." You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

"But everyone deserves to wake up to presents under the tree." He said, before tilting his head at you. "When was the last time you did?"

You sighed, looking at the tree. "Years ago.."

There was silence for a few moments, until Gerard leaned down, pulling another present out of the bag.

"Here, open this." He tossed it to you.

You caught it, looking it over. "Now?"

"Why not?" He shrugged.

You smiled a little. "Okay.."

You pulled off the ribbon on the small package, before ripping off the bit of wrapping paper on it.

You opened the small box, before furrowing your eyebrows.

"A plant?"

"Not a plant." He chuckled. "I mean, technically a plant, but.."

You pulled it out, rolling your eyes a little. "Gerard, seriously?"

"What?" He laughed.

"Mistletoe?"

"Oh, is that what that is?"

"Don't be stupid." You playfully shoved him.

"What? Doesn't Santa deserve a kiss?" He giggled a little.

"No, he doesn't." You put your hands on your hips.

"Aww, but he brought you all these presents.." he whined, motioning at the tree.

You sighed, walking closer to him. "Fine, Just this once."

You lifted up the mistletoe above the two of you, giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

He laughed a little. "Come on, I need more than that."

He held your face gently between his hands, pulling you closer and kissing you on the lips.

You dropped the mistletoe, bringing your hands up to his back.

He finally pulled away, looking down at you and smiling.

"W-wow.." you mumbled.

"Wow?" He asked, laughing a little.

"You're a good kisser, Santa."