Note: This is in response to Cindy's challenge to 
have Sam end up singing "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer." It's just a 
fun, crazy Christmas fic with our favorite gang! 


"I'm not doing it, CJ," Toby said with a shake of his head.

"The President requested that you do it, Toby."

"I don't care if the Lord Almighty requested it, the answer is no," Toby 
said with a slight smirk. He paused and then asked, "Why does he want me to 
do it anyway?"

CJ smiled, "Punishment for last year when you snickered during his 
rendition of 'Twas the Night Before Christmas."

Toby grinned, "He used hand puppets, CJ. I believe a snicker was in 
order."

CJ shook her head, "No, not when the President is 'performing' for a 
bunch of kids. You don't snicker because he's the President. I don't care 
if he's using balloon animals, you simply sit quietly, smile and listen."

"You snicker at him all the time," Toby countered.

"And I always pay the price. Now it's your turn," CJ said. She paused 
and then continued, "It's not a big deal. You walk in there, give a few 'ho, 
ho, ho's', and hand out a few gifts. It'll be relatively painless."

"You're asking me to dress up in a Santa suit, beard and act jolly around 
a bunch of snot-nosed kids. There's no way in hell that would be relatively 
painless."

"Oh, just do it!" CJ said with a stomp of her foot.

"Well, that persuaded me," Toby replied sarcastically.

"What is your problem? Why can't you put aside your grumpiness for even 
one hour?"

"I happen to like my grumpiness. And, in case you haven't noticed, I'm 
Jewish. I don't do the Santa thing, never have."

CJ sighed and rubbed at her forehead, "Okay, I didn't want to do this, 
but you leave me no choice. If you don't play Santa, the President said 
you'll have to play an elf."

"An elf?"

"Pointed shoes and all."

"Give me the damn suit," Toby grumbled.

* * * * *

"I've always loved Christmas. There's just a wonderful feeling that 
fills the air," Sam said to Josh with a wide smile.

Josh rolled his eyes, "Well, I'm Jewish, so the whole Christmas hoopla 
means very little to me."

"You don't have to believe in Christ to feel the magic of Christmas, 
Josh. It's about good will towards everyone, it's about hope for the future."

"If you don't stop talking like a Hallmark Hall of Fame movie soon, I 
swear I'll hurt you," Josh warned.

"Grinch," Sam sneered at him.

CJ entered Josh's office and sat down next to Sam.

"The President has me working on the Children's Christmas Party that he's 
hosting tomorrow. He wants to have some of it filmed by the press. You 
know, as a warm and toasty holiday story. We've got fifty kindergartners 
coming from Mallory's school. The President would like one of us to lead the 
children in Christmas Carol's. I did Thanksgiving, so I've decided that one 
of you can have Christmas."

"That was very thoughtful of you, CJ," Josh said insincerely.

"Was that you volunteering, Josh?"

He shook his head, "I'm Jewish, remember? Somehow I think me singing 
'Away in the Manger' may be considered a tad hypocritical."

CJ sighed and muttered, "'Tis the season for using the 'I'm Jewish' 
excuse."

Sam grinned and turned to CJ, "I'll do it. I love Christmas Carols. Is 
there anything better than hearing the sound of tiny voices singing joyful 
songs?"

Josh groaned and rubbed at his face, as he spoke to CJ, "I can't take 
much more his jolliness. I'm this close to rounding up a few elves and 
forming a posse to kick his ass."

Sam shrugged and turned to CJ, who had to bite her lip to keep from 
laughing. "Don't listen to him, CJ. He won't be so funny when he's an old, 
bitter, lonely man, who receives visits in the middle of the night from 
ex-girlfriends of Christmases past."

CJ laughed and stood up, "Well, figure out which songs you want to have 
the kids sing. Just make sure they're appropriate for five year olds. I 
know that every holiday has its share of funny songs aimed at adults, written 
by adults with a warped sense of humor. Stick with the classics and you 
should be fine."

Sam nodded and then turned to Josh, as CJ left. "Got any suggestions?"

Josh grinned, "'Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer.' It's the one thing 
I like about Christmas."

"You don't think that's a bit harsh for a bunch of five years olds?"

"Harsh? What's harsh about it? You got your Grandma and your reindeer. 
Sounds like harmless family fun to me."

"Except for the fact that Grandma gets run over by the reindeer."

"So it teaches a lesson. That's good for kids."

"And what lesson would that be?"

"When a reindeer's on the road, get the hell out of the way." Sam 
chuckled, as Josh finished, "It teaches road safety, Sam. It's educational."

Sam smiled, but shook his head, "Nah, I think we'll stick with the 
traditional ones. I don't want to give CJ a reason to yell at me."

"You can just blame me. CJ never needs a reason to yell at me anyway."

Sam chuckled, "Even so, traditional it is."

Josh shrugged, "Suit yourself, but this is going to be one lame party."

* * * * 

"Josh," Donna said as she came into his office.

"Yeah?" Josh answered, as he looked up from his reading.

"The President said...well, he said...CJ told me to tell you...Okay, here 
it goes."

"By New Year's, Donna, please," he muttered.

"CJ informed the President of your crack about the elves and the posse 
and....well... he's ordered you to dress up like an elf at the party as your 
punishment."

"What?!" Josh exclaimed.

"You didn't hear me?"

"Damn it!" Josh shook his head and rubbed at his face. "Just so I'm 
clear, an elf is one of those little guys who dresses in green and has a 
clover in his hat, right?"

"I believe you're referring to leprechauns."

"So what are elves then? Those little people in 'The Wizard of Oz'?"

"Those would be Munchkins."

"So what the hell are elves?"

"You made a joke about them. You mean to tell me you made it without 
knowing what they are?"

"Yes, Donna, I am guilty of telling an elf joke without sufficient 
knowledge."

"How do you not know what an elf is?"

"Save me the headache and just tell me."

"No, seriously, how does someone become White House Deputy Chief of Staff 
without knowing what pandas and elves are?"

"Donna!"

Donna sighed, "Well, they're Santa's helpers. They are usually pretty 
small and they have pointy ears. They wear green tights and pointed shoes 
with bells on the end. Oh and a little hat too, I think."

"I am supposed to wear tights and pointed shoes with bells? Are you 
insane? I'd rather throw myself in front of a bus," Josh whined.

"Well, that is your other option."

"I really have no choice?"

"The President was unwavering CJ said. Apparently, he is very fond of 
elves and did not like you implying that they have violent tendencies."

Josh groaned and shook his head.

* * * * * 

The next day, CJ walked into Toby's office to see if he was almost ready. 
She had barely crossed the threshold, when Toby saw her and started to 
chuckle.

CJ stopped in front of his desk and spoke through gritted teeth, "Shut 
up."

Toby perused her. She was wearing an ankle length red velvet wrap around 
dress, with faux white fur at the hem, collar and cuffs. She was also 
wearing a red velvet hat with a white puff at it' top and high heel red 
shoes. Atop her head, sat a gray curly wig and small reading glasses were 
perched on her nose.

"What did you do to deserve that?" Toby asked with a smile.

CJ sighed, "I made fun of 'It's a Wonderful Life'."

Toby laughed, "Bad move."

CJ nodded, "Yes, it was. That's why I have now been punished into playing 
Mrs. Claus." 

She stopped and then perused him adequately for the first time. He was 
all decked out in the Santa gear. He had the red velvet Santa suit on, 
trimmed in faux white fur and belted in black. He wore a hat of the same and 
a curly white wig sat beneath his hat. His hands were gloved in white and 
his face was covered in a white beard. 

The look, however, was ruined by Toby's scowl.

CJ smiled, "So this is you looking jolly?"

"Take a picture, because this is the first and last time you'll see it."

"You can't have that look on your face when you interact with the 
children, Toby."

"What look?"

"That scowl. It's decidedly anti-Santa."

"Considering *I'm* anti-Santa, I think it's fitting."

CJ sighed in defeat and then hurried to his door, "Hold on a second." 
She opened the door and then led a dog into the office. 

Toby stared wide-eyed at the dog, "What the hell is that?"

"It's a dog."

"And what is it dressed up as?" Toby asked, as he gestured to the Golden 
Retriever's red nose and antlers.

"A reindeer. More specifically, Rudolph."

"And it is in my office because?"

"The President thinks Santa should have a reindeer. He thinks it'll be 
cute."

"Sometimes I hate that man," Toby grumbled. He looked at the dog 
disdainfully, "And does he really think the children are going to be fooled 
by that miserable impersonation?"

"Of course not. They're five, not stupid. It's just a nice touch," CJ 
said as she threw the leash on his desk.

Toby looked at the leash blankly, before its meaning registered, "Oh no, 
I am not parading around with that mongrel. I hate dogs."

"All you have to do is hold his leash when you walk in." 

"CJ, with the mood I'm in, I'm liable to fling him off the roof and see 
if he really can fly. You want to take that chance?"

CJ bent down to cover the dog's ears, "You don't know what he might 
understand, Toby. Watch what you say."

Toby rubbed at his forehead and grumbled, "Oh for the love of God, she's 
one of those people."

CJ nodded, "And if you don't stop talking like that, PETA's going to be 
on our asses."

Toby laughed, as he shook his head, "And you don't think it's unethical 
treatment of an animal to dress him up like a reindeer reject? That's cruel 
and unusual, if you ask me. I think they'll have a problem with that."

CJ looked down at the dog, who barked at her, "I don't think so. He 
seems happy to me."

Toby looked at the dog with a miserable expression, "Well, that makes one 
of us."

* * * * *

Donna smiled, as she adjusted the hat on Josh's head and stepped back to 
look at him.

Josh looked utterly ridiculous. He was wearing a Santa hat, a white 
cotton shirt, red velvet short overalls, a vest to match, green tights and 
red felt pointy shoes with little bells at the end.

Due to this, Josh had adopted a tortured expression. 

He groaned, "Um, Donna, I think I left my last bit of dignity in my other 
tights. You think you could go get it for me?"

Donna chuckled, "You don't look that bad, Josh."

"Not that bad? Donna, I look like I should be standing on a mountain 
somewhere yodeling."

"You're an elf, not a yodeler."

"Are you sure you didn't get them mixed up, because I have an 
overwhelming urge to yell 'RICCOLA!'"

Donna laughed, "I'm sure. You look good. The children will love you."

Donna reached into her pocket then and pulled out some rubber pointed 
ears. She held them up to Josh, "The last touch."

Josh's eyes widened in horror and he took a step back from her. "I'm not 
wearing those things!"

"You have to. Elves have pointy ears. It'll be more authentic."

"Elves are also supposed to be pretty small, yet you didn't ask me to 
amputate above the knee."

Donna smiled, "That's because I knew you'd say no."

"Donna!"

"Josh, put the ears on."

"No!" Josh shouted, as he clamped his hands over his ears.

"You're being a child!" Donna shouted.

"At least I'll be a child with normal ears!" he shouted back.

Donna grabbed his wrists and managed to pry his hands away from his ears. 


Josh looked at her amazement, "Your freakish strength never ceases to 
amaze me."

Donna smiled, as she struggled to slip the rubber ears over his own. She 
took a deep breath as she finished. Donna stepped back and looked at him. 
She had to bring a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing.

Josh groaned, "See! I look stupid."

"You already looked stupid."

"Donna!"

"Give me a mirror," Josh demanded.

Donna shook her head, "I really don't think you should-..."

"Give me a mirror," he growled.

Donna rummaged through her purse and pulled out her compact. She handed 
it to Josh. He opened it and surveyed himself in the mirror. He then 
grimaced and grumbled, "I look like Spock from Star Trek!"

Donna smiled slightly and said weakly, "I've always thought he was a very 
handsome man."

"Don't even try it," he snapped, as he clicked her compact shut. He then 
said firmly, "I'm not going."

"You have to go."

Josh shook his head, "No, eating, sleeping, drinking, those are things I 
have to do. This...This I do not have to do."

"The President will punish you in many different ways all during 2001 if 
you don't. Do you really want to learn more about state parks than you could 
have ever dreamt?"

"I'm willing to risk it," Josh said with nod of his head.

Donna sighed and grabbed ahold of his rubber ear. She then began to drag 
him out of the office, "You're going."

Josh smirked, "There's one thing that's good about these ears. For once, 
this doesn't hurt at all."

* * * * *

CJ approached Sam, who stood in the party room in front of the 
refreshment table. He was helping himself to a glass of eggnog. "You got the 
songs all ready?"

Sam nodded, as he turned to her and spoke in a slightly slurred voice. 
"C...Cathy had them all...p...printed up and made copies. They're all 
r...ready to be passed out to the kites."

"Kids," CJ said, as she eyed him. "To the kids."

"What did I say?" Sam asked, as he took a sip of his eggnog. 

"Kites...You said kites, Sam." CJ looked him over carefully, "Sam, how 
many glasses of eggnog have you had?"

Sam's brow furrowed and he held up five fingers, "One."

CJ shook her head and removed the glass from his hand, "Sam, I think 
you're drunk. Why did you drink so much?"

He shrugged, "I..I'm nervous. I always screw up around kids. Remember 
the M...Mallory's class f..fiasco. And this is being televised."

CJ sighed, "It's not a big deal, Sam. You just lead them in the songs. 
That's all. You can't mess this up."

Sam nodded and then looked at CJ in confusion, "Have I ever told you that 
you like my mother, CJ?"

"Your mother looks like Mrs. Claus, Sam?"

"Sam shook his head and leaned in closer to her. He then whispered, 
"Shh, don't tell anyone, but my mother *is* Mrs. Claus."

CJ brought a hand to her head and muttered, "Dear God." She then put her 
arm around Sam's shoulder, "Okay, you still have a little while until the 
children get here and you have to not act like a stinkin' drunk when they do. 
So, go get some coffee, splash some water on your face and try to become 
even a little lucid."

Sam nodded and walked away from her. He dissolved into a fit of laughter 
as he almost slammed into a wall. He turned around and waved at CJ, "I'm 
okay, Mom. I'm all right."

CJ groaned softly, as she gave him a halfhearted wave.

* * * * *

CJ entered Toby's office and found him lying on his back, with the dog 
standing on his chest and licking his face.

CJ couldn't help but laugh. "You two have grown close I see."

Toby glared at her, "This smelly thing attacked me."

CJ smiled, "He's licking you, Toby, not stealing your wallet."

"I've been assaulted and you're smiling."

"You have not been assaulted." CJ said and then continued hesitantly as 
she gestured to them, "So...how exactly did you end up there and he end up on 
top of you?"

"I was eating the rest of my roast beef sandwich from lunch and he saw 
it. He jumped up, knocked me down and then proceeded to devour my sandwich. 
He even licked the crumbs from my mouth," Toby replied miserably.

CJ laughed, as she pictured the entire scene. "Well, get up, we've got to 
go."

Toby shook his head, "I can't. Every time I move, he growls at me. And 
I'm not about to be the guy who got his face chewed off by a dog while in a 
Santa suit."

CJ smiled, "Well, nobody wants to be that guy, Toby."

"Help me!" Toby yelled through gritted teeth.

CJ walked over to the dog and pushed him off of him. Toby slowly rose to 
his feet and brushed at his costume. "Stupid dog," he muttered.

The dog growled at him and Toby took a step away. He shook his head at 
CJ, "Look at him. He probably started out as a normal, friendly dog, but the 
moment someone popped some antlers on his head, he became this angry 
creature."

CJ smiled, as she gestured for Toby and the dog to follow her.

* * * * *

Josh grinned, as he placed his arm around Sam's shoulder. They were both 
standing in front of the refreshment table, with glasses of eggnog in their 
hands. 

Sam looked at Josh with a perplexed expression, "Y..you look different. 
Did you get a haircut?"

Josh shook his head and smiled, "No, I'm a yodeler."

"Oh," Sam said with an understanding nod, "I like Yodels." He paused and 
then added, "Better than Ring-Dings."

Josh nodded, "I like Devil Dogs. That's a funny name. They don't look 
like a devil or a dog."

Sam furiously nodded in agreement. 

Donna approached them both, as she shook her head. She turned to Josh 
and said scoldingly, "What are you doing? You have a sensitive system, 
Joshua. You shouldn't be drinking eggnog."

"I am perfectly sober, Donna." He paused and then asked, "Why are there 
two of you?"

Donna removed the glass from his hand, "How many have you had?"

"One," Josh replied.

Donna shook her head, "That should do it."

She then looked at Sam, who was examining the napkins like he'd never 
seen them before. "Are you drunk, too, Sam?"

"No," Sam said, as he shook his head. Then he held up some napkins and 
smiled, "Aren't these pretty?"

Donna groaned and then spoke sternly to them both, "Stay right here, both 
of you. I am going to go find CJ and tell her that she needs a new elf and a 
new song leader."

With that, Donna turned on her heel and left. 

* * * * *

CJ handed Toby the sack full of presents and then pushed him into the 
room filled with children. Donna didn't even recognize her in the costume 
and walked right past her. 

Toby held the sack in its place on his back with one hand and the leash 
in the other. CJ stood beside him and smiled at all of the children as they 
gathered around them.

"Smile," she said to Toby through clenched teeth.

Toby smiled the best he could and then rolled his eyes at the children. 

He then gave them a weak, almost painful sounding, "Ho, ho, ho."

The children stopped smiling and laughing, and stared at him blankly. 
One little girl asked, "Are you all right, Santa?"

Toby smiled slightly, "Yeah, I"m fine. Just a little indigestion from 
the Mrs cooking."

Toby laughed, as he gestured to CJ with his hand holding the leash. 

CJ feigned amusement and said softly, "Cute."

Toby then walked over to a chair and placed the sack at his feet. The 
children gathered around him and pushed to get close to the sack. Toby 
scolded them, "Hey, gather around with as little chaos as possible, you 
barbarians."

CJ's eyes widened in horror and she shot the camera crew a nervous look. 
She then glared at Toby, who tried to recover, "I mean don't push please, you 
cute, cuddly...small people."

CJ rolled her eyes and pointed to the gifts, in order to signal that he 
should begin passing them out and get this over with as quickly as possible. 

Toby nodded and began to hand the gifts out to the kids. He watched as 
they tore into the presents like animals ravaging their prey and then shook 
his head as many of them complained about what they had received.

Toby couldn't help it and blurted out, "Stop!" The children stopped and 
looked at him. 

CJ stood still and anxiously waited for him to continue. He spoke to 
them all in a much softer tone now, "Look, you guys have to learn to 
appreciate what you're given. You have a lot more than some other kids do. 
Take some time to enjoy what you have and remember that you could have 
nothing at all."

CJ smiled slightly and nodded in agreement with Toby's statement. The 
kids looked at him with mouths hanging open for a few moments, before they 
began to happily play with their new gifts. 

One little boy smiled at Toby and said softly, "Thanks, Santa."

Toby smiled and nodded, "You're welcome, kid."

He then looked at CJ, shrugged and smiled.

* * * * *

A few moments later, Donna practically bumped into CJ as she came in the 
door. It took Donna a few moments to realize it was CJ.

She then spoke hurriedly, "I've been looking all over for you."

CJ immediately looked worried, "Why? What happened?"

"Both Josh and Sam are really drunk. If you don't stop them, they will do 
something really stupid and embarrassing."

"It's time to sing songs!" Sam announced from where he and Josh stood on 
chairs near the Christmas tree. They both held glasses of eggnog in their 
hand, as they struggled to keep their balance.

"Too late," CJ said in a groan.

The children gathered around the strange, wobbly men standing on chairs. 

Josh whispered into Sam's ear and Sam nodded with a giggle. "That's a 
gooooood idea."

Sam looked down at the children, "Okay, kites." CJ moaned and placed a 
hand over her eyes, as Sam continued, "We are going to start with a classic 
song, 'Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer'"

CJ sighed loudly, but was too shocked to move from her spot and stop 
them. 

The children stared at Sam blankly, clearly unfamiliar with the song. He 
went on, "If you d...don't know it, that's okay. I'll...I'll start and then 
my buddy, Josh, will join in. You guys jump in whenever you want to."

With that, Sam began singing in a horribly screechy, slurred voice, 
"Grandma got run over by a reindeer, walking home from our house Christmas 
Eve...You can say there's no such thing as Santa, but as for me and Grandpa, 
we believe."

"She'd been drinkin' too much eggnog," Sam paused and raised up his 
glass. "And we'd begged her not to go. But she'd left her medication, so she 
stumbled out the door into the snow."

It was at this point that Josh decided to join and he began to belt out 
the words in an equally awful voice. 

They now sang together, "When they found her Christmas mornin', at the 
scene of the attack, there were hoof prints on her forehead, and 
incriminatin' Claus marks on her back." They paused to sip some eggnog and 
then continued...Grandma got run over by a reindeer, walkin' home from our 
house Christmas Eve...You can say there's no such thing as Santa, but as for 
me and Grandpa, we believe...Now we're all so proud of Grandpa, he's been 
takin' this so well...See him in there watchin' football, drinkin' beer and 
playin' cards with cousin Belle...It's not Christmas without Grandma. All 
the family's dressed in black. And we just can't help but wonder: Should we 
open up her gifts or send them back?...Grandma got run over by a reindeer, 
walkin' home from our house Christmas Eve. You can say there's no such thing 
as Santa, but as for me and Grandpa, we believe...Now the goose is on the 
table...And the pudding made of fig...And a blue and silver candle, that 
would just have matched the hair in Grandma's wig...I've warned all my 
friends and neighbours...'Better watch out for yourselves.'...They should 
never give a license to a man who drives a sleigh and plays with 
elves...Grandma got run over by a reindeer, walkin' home from our house 
Christmas Eve. You can say there's no such thing as Santa, but as for me and 
Grandpa, we believe."

They concluded with their arms around each other's shoulders, as they 
swayed to the music.

When they finished, they looked at the children. Many of the children 
simply stared back blankly, others looked utterly confused, a few were 
laughing, but a majority of them had begun to cry.

Sam and Josh looked at them in confusion for a second, before shrugging 
and drinking some more eggnog. 

CJ and Donna had to fight their way through the parents and teachers who 
were now comforting the sobbing children and throwing Josh and Sam dirty 
looks. 

They finally reached them. CJ walked over to them and yanked them down 
from the chairs. 

"Ow!" they both complained. 

CJ's face was red, "What the hell were you two thinking?! Oh, that's 
right! You weren't!"

"You didn't like our voices?" Sam asked innocently.

"Sam, you made five year olds cry," CJ said gesturing to them.

"They must have hated our voices," Josh determined, before he began to 
drink again. CJ scowled at him and ripped the glass from his grip. 

She pointed a finger at Sam, "I said pick an appropriate song!"

"It was Josh's idea," Sam said.

Josh shrugged, "It's a classic."

CJ shook her head and growled, "I don't care! Think about this for 
one-second: You just sang a song to a bunch of five years olds that included 
the following: Grandma being run over by a reindeer. But do you know what 
they heard: Rudolph killed some kid's Grandma."

Sam and Josh shook their heads, not understanding CJ's point. She spoke 
in exasperation, "Children love Santa, Rudolph and their Grandmas. But you 
just turned Santa and Rudolph into murders and offed their Grandma."

Sam shook his head, "Not their Grandma, CJ. Listen to the song again."

CJ shook her head and respond in frustration, "You presented some very 
frightening thoughts to these children, Sam. Not to mention the line in the 
chorus that implies that Santa may not be real. Congratulations, they may be 
scarred for life."

Josh and Sam shrugged, too drunk to really care or even understand. CJ 
continued her rant, "And this scarring of America's youth will be broadcast 
nationwide. The entire nation will see two drunk members of the Senior Staff 
acting like idiots and making children cry."

Josh turned to Sam, "I hope they filmed me from my right side. My left 
isn't my best."

Sam nodded in agreement. CJ was just about to strangle them both, when 
the room grew quiet and the President's entrance was announced. 

All of the children slowly stopped crying and watched with wide eyes as 
he came to stand before them.

The President looked at CJ once, indicating that he knew what had 
happened. 

CJ averted her eyes, as Toby came to stand next to her. 

Bartlet then smiled at the children and knelt down to their level. "So 
everyone's having a great time, right?"

The kids responded with a loud, "Yes, Mr. President!"

He nodded, "Good. Now I am going to recite 'Twas the Night Before 
Christmas' for you all." The children cheered, as the President removed hand 
puppets from a bag he was carrying.

Toby groaned, "Not the puppets again."

CJ elbowed him and then they all listened carefully as he recited the 
story with great emotion. The children were captivated by him. They sat 
quietly and hung on his every word.

When he had finished, he smiled and stood up. "Merry Christmas, 
children...And never forget that Christmas isn't in the gifts you get or in 
the movies you watch or in the songs you sing. It's in your hearts and in 
your actions towards those that you love and to those that you may not even 
know. Carry that with you always." 

He paused and then clapped his hands together, "Now go get some cookies!"

The children all laughed and hurried over to the table with the food.

The President watched them for a moment before walking over to the Senior 
Staff. His gaze lingered on them, as he spoke, "Is there anything better 
than watching a child's eyes light up around Christmas. They still have that 
innocence...It's beautiful."

CJ nodded, as the President met her eyes. She began quickly, "I assume 
you heard wh-..."

He bobbed his head and glanced at Sam and Josh, "I did."

CJ spoke nervously, "I would just like to apologize and assume full 
responsibility for what happened."

The President shook his head, "It wasn't your fault, CJ."

"Nonetheless, I feel that these children were harmed in someway. They'll 
always remember this as the night the weird guys said Rudolph Killed Grandma."

The President shook his head with a smile, "No, they won't, CJ. They'll 
always remember this as the night they heard the President recite 'Twas the 
Night Before Christmas' and then remind them of what this holiday truly 
means."

With that, the President turned on his heel and left. 

The others exchanged knowing glances and then offered each other warm 
smiles.

It was then that they realized what Christmas should be: a time of 
forgiveness and understanding. 

This moment of realization, however, was interrupted when a child 
screamed. They whipped their heads in the direction of the voice. 

The dog, still disguised as Rudolph, was standing on the chest of an old 
woman and licking some cookie crumbs off her mouth.

A small girl stood next to them and pointed at the dog. She then yelled, 
"It's just like the song said! Rudolph killed my Grandma!"

CJ groaned and glared at Sam and Josh.

Josh shrugged and smiled, "Remember, CJ, Christmas is in our actions 
towards the people we love."

CJ smiled and tilted her head, "Well then, I guess Christmas is in the 
whipping I'm about to give you two!"

With that, CJ sprang towards them. Josh and Sam took off, and CJ 
followed in hot pursuit.

Toby laughed and turned to Donna, "I love Christmas."




THE END

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