John’s idea of a good Christmas was good music, an old movie, a cigar and a bottle of whiskey– well it was, before he started dating you. He loved you and your daughter, regardless of the fact she wasn’t his, he still praised her and treated her like his own. With new additions in the house came new traditions, including actually buying a christmas tree, something he hadn’t done since his 20’s.

Of course you spent the day decorating the tree, making decorations, listening to Christmas music and enjoying each other's company– and he absolutely adored it. The next few days were filled with more festive activities, all leading up to that special day– christmas.

With all the new traditions, John wanted to try something new too. So, on christmas eve, who else knocked on the door but John, dressed in a bright red suit and having sprayed his hair white to really make the bit believable. Your daughter was ecstatic of course, ushering ‘santa’ to the couch and sitting on his lap, rambling on about every toy she wanted this year.

It was hours before she finally exhausted herself, yawning and curling up in his lap. With a chuckle and steady hands, he carried her to bed, laying her down and placing a kiss on her forehead before heading back out to the lounge. He saw you standing by the tree, he smirked a little, coming up behind you and placing his hands on your hips, resting his chin on your shoulder.

He slowly led you over to the hallway, where he’d secretly hung some mistletoe. He gave you a little mischievous grin before pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss however was cut short when you heard your daughter screaming at the other end of the hallway. She ran over, pushing the two of them apart and looking up at you.

“Why did you kiss santa?! I'm going to get put on the bad list!” she protested, stomping her little feet.