I'm still not taking requests but I wanted to write this, I know damn well Christmas is over but I had the idea so TA-DA
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"John?? Are you ready?" You asked, fixing the coat around your shoulders.
"Call me Santa!" He replied in a deep voice.
You looked in the mirror in the house one more time to adjust the coat, "Okay Santa are you ready?"
"I don't know Mrs Claus, how do I look?"
Turning around you gazed at John standing in the hallway in his Santa costume. The two of you were going to play Santa and Mrs Claus at the Apple Studios' Christmas party. It was the first time you ever did anything like that and you were really excited.
Giggling, you covered your mouth with your hand. "Dont you think the trainers look a little silly?"
"NEVER Santa loves comfort!" John replied, smiling behind his fuzzy white beard.
He looked just the part with his white beard, red coat (with a hood for the more traditional Father Christmas look), matching red pants, and then....his dirty white trainers. That little touch made you smile, it was perfectly John.
Flattening the red long skirt down your legs, you looked down at your booted feet, and back to your face. "I think I'm all set, are you?"
John nodded, "Yes Mrs, let's dash away." Extended his arm out for you to hold onto.
"Dash away all!"
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George gently pulled on John's beard, "Are you going to wear this the WHOLE night?"
Snatching the beard out of his grip, John shrugged. "I dont know, I guess when the kids leave we can take these off."
Pattie came behind George, handing you a drink. "Or you could say Santa and the Mrs have to leave, then come back as yourselves."
Nodding, you placed your glass down on the counter. "When are the kids coming anyways?"
"Linda said they were all going to come around the same time, about 7:30. Paul would give a signal when they were on their up stairs." Pattie replied, stroking her hand across her husband's shoulders.
John looked at her quizzically, "What kind of signal??"
You shrugged your shoulders, messing with the hood on your coat again. "I'm sure we'll know when he does it."
There was a distant singing behind the door and George opened it a tiny bit to see what the noise was. "Here's your signal, Paul is singing Here Comes Santa Claus with all the kiddies."
"Shit!" John exclaimed, snubbing out a cigarette in a nearby ashtray before straightening his coat for the 400th time.
"Language Santa!" You warned him with a laugh, taking your seat under the Christmas tree with the presents.
The door opened and in came Paul with the kids, "Hello?? Is Santa here??" He asked jokingly as the children around him giggled. Ringo and Maureen brought up the rear as Linda stood next to Paul holding Heather's hand.
George put down his drink, looking around. "I think so! Let me call for him! Santa?"
You tried to hold in a laugh as you stayed on the ground by the tree, John popped out from behind a corner with a new deep voice. "Yes?? Little boy? Oh- I mean big boy."
The kids jumped up and down, "Santa! Santa!"
Linda smiled, "Alright, Santa wants to see you all but first you have to line up nicely okay?? Be good boys and girls, remember tonight is the big night!"
As the children tried to get in a line, John took a seat next to me. "Ho ho! Come on Linda, just let them come up. Me and the Mrs are ready for them, right dear?"
You nodded, "Oh yes Santa, I'm ready for them. The presents are all wrapped!"
The two of you handed out presents to the little kids as they stopped to talk to Father and Mother Christmas, one little daughter of one of the Apple executives smiled at the two of you.
"What is it honey?" You asked, trying to bring her closer to you.
She sucked on the finger in her mouth, "Do you and Santa have any of your own kids?"
John laughed, "Ho ho ho, oh no we don't. We decided we have to take care of everyone else's children."
"I think it would be fun to have Santa and Mrs Claus as my mummy and daddy."
"Me too." You whispered to her and her eyes twinkled.
John tickled her tummy, "What do you want for Christmas Sophie?"
She giggled uncontrollably and plopped down onto his lap, "Can I have a puppy?"
"If you were a good girl this year, I'm sure I can work something out."
Sophie smiled widely, "Oh thank you Santa!" She gave him a kiss on his cheek, through all the fuzzy fake beard hair before running back to her parents.
After a few more hours of playing with the kids, it was time for all the little ones to go but first you and John left. "Bye Santa! Bye Mrs Claus!" they called out as you and John waved to them before you left to come back later in your normal clothes.
John shut the down behind you and sighed, "Fuck I can't wait to take this beard off!"
"Well at least wait until we get into the car, you don't want to crush them." You followed behind him down the stairs, messing with the damn hood on your coat for the millionth time.
Before you got in the car, John opened the door for you. "Thank you Santa!" He gave you a quick peck on the lips before shutting the door as you got in. Opening the door on the driver's side he sat down, "You know, I'd like for us to have kids sometime."
You looked over at him, "Really?"
He nodded, a little smile on his face. "I think it would be really great Y/N, even if we aren't dressed as Father and Mother Christmas."
