As we were walking through the elf village, where Bernard, Curtis, Toy Santa and I were walking. The toy Santa was reading the handbook. Reading every single detail of it, not even I could read that much and I love books.
"Well, he's learning at an excellent rate." Curtis grinned.
Bernard scoffed. "Oh really?" Bernard asked, wondering where or not to say what he was going to say.
"This morning he ate a bowl of waxed fruit!" I exclaimed.
Bernard nodded.
"Wait a minute." The toy Santa said, causing us all to stop.
"What?" I frowned.
"I need the Naughty and Nice list." The toy Santa said to me.
"No." Bernard flatly said.
He pointed to the handbook. "Oh, yes, yes." He nodded. "I'm suppose to check it twice!"
"Santa has already checked it." I said.
"No I haven't."
I frowned. "Then, my dad checked it."
"I still haven't."
I shook my head. "The REAL Santa and my REAL dad."
Toy Santa turned to me. "I don't like the way your behaving."
I crossed my arms. "Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it? Ground me?" I spat.
He nodded. "Yes."
"I'm 27! Also, you have no authority over me!" I was getting really annoyed at this guy.
He frowned. "Y/N, oh yes I will ground you."
"The only person that I want grounding me is my own father."
As toy Santa was about to say something, Bernard cut in. "Santa! Look over there, you see those elves?" Bernard pointed to the elves. "Go ahead, go play tinsel football with them!" Bernard grinned.
I looked at Bernard. "Thank you." I mouthed. Bernard quickly glancing at me and nodding.
"What's the object of this tinsel football anyway?"
"Come on down!" Curtis said, waving the toy over. Toy Santa leaned down. "If you don't have the ball, get it. If you have the ball, run to the endzone." Curtis instructed.
Toy Santa may have nodded and grinned for a little too long, which I just found creepy, if I'm being honest. "Ok, I'll go get the football."
As we watched toy Santa race down to the elves, when toy Santa grabbed the ball. "I've got the ball! What are ya gonna do about it?! WHO'S GONNA STOP ME!!!!!!?????" He exclaimed.
I facepalmed. "This isn't good..."
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The Ideal Holiday (Bernard x Reader)
RomanceChristmas isn't Y/N Calvin'S favourite thing ever, but things change after awhile, Y/N is a 18 year old girl that soon finds her christmas spirit...read on to find out.
