'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the base, not a creature was stirring, at least not in this case. The stockings were hung from the bunk's posts with care, in the hopes of St. Nick would hopefully come share. Ghost was a sleep in his skully pyjamas, Soap slung over the couch which...Yeah it's pretty bananas. Gaz was nestled snug in his bed, while sugar plum fairies danced in his head. And John was snoring logs at his desk, even if he knew that was not for the best. All on the base was settled in sleep, hoping for Nick to bring them a treat.

It was a rare thing you see, a soldier to get something they don't need. Yet, here they all are curled up head to toe, heck...I bet you wish some were wrapped in a bow. There was not echo or war that played out in the back, no heavy gear sacks. No, it was a night of sweet slumber, one they did not have to worry about blunders. Though as the winter night's moon hung higher in cloud, John woke from his sleep from his snore that could not have been more loud. With a huff of amusement and a shake of his head, he got up to try to get Soap in his bed.

However, when out in the halls John heard a clatter, he sprang up in action to see what's the matter. Away with a flash, John raced out in the halls with the wall at his back, and low and behold he sees you with a sack. On your head was a cap of red and white, holding up that bag with all of your might. A crooked smile of tease graced John's lips. "If you wanted to dress up, I could have given you tips." John mused with a chuckle as his eyes sparkle with mirth, he didn't expect you to play Santa on his turf. With a shake of his head he walked over to you, taking your hat for himself and the sack to. "Let's play Santa." He says as he walks down the hall, close behind him he knew you would fall.

You and John filled up each cared for stocking, laid out each present while never once talking. Once each gift was left out you both took in the sight. "Happy Christmas you all, and to all a good night."