In this final Christmas imagine, Justin is Santa Claus. Don't ask any questions lmao. Nobody did this so I wanted to.
"Mama, when will Santa be here? We made him cookies and everything and he still isn't here.." Y/N's three year old daughter said with a frown. "He'll be here soon, baby. As soon as you go to sleep and wake back up, Santa would have been here and gone back to the North Pole." She tickled the toddler's sides, making her laugh and squirm around in her bed.
"Okay, mommy. I'm going to sleep now so I can get my presents." She shut her eyes tightly and pulled the covers up to her chin. "Goodnight, my angel." Y/N kissed the child on her forehead and walked out of the room, only to be startled by what sounded like something stumbling in the living room.
She crept around the corner swiftly and grabbed the first weapon that she got her hands on, a fake candy cane that hung in front of the kitchen. The noises got louder as she walked into the living room to see a man in a red and black plaid jacket with white around the collar. His pants were black and he wore black boots.
When he turned around, he stared in her eyes briefly before holding gloved covered hands up. "Ho ho ho! You startled me!"
Y/N trembled and held up the candy cane, threatening to use it. "Listen, I don't know who you are or how you got in my house b-but you need to leave right now!" Then, she swung back and hit him right upside the head with the cane. He let out a loud groan of pain and clenched his head. "Ow! Let me explain!"
She backed up slowly and watched as the man tried to regain his balance. "I am Santa Claus..." He managed to get out between breaths and dropped his brown sack full of toys on the ground. Y/N busted out laughing until tears brimmed her eyes. "Yeah, right!"
The man stared at her and rubbed his hands together. "Well, it's true. How else would I have gotten in your house, lovely? I certainly didn't come through the door." She rolled her eyes. "Let me guess, you came down the chimney. That's impossible, it has fire in it. Try again, Mr. Claus."
He let out a sigh. "Follow me." Y/N, hesitant at first, followed Santa outside where his sleigh was on top of her roof with eight big reindeer looking out on the rest of the city. "These are my reindeer and that, young lady, is my sleigh. There's Dasher and Dancer, Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid, Donner and Blixen. Rudolph is in the front."
Just as he said this, the red-nosed reindeer turned its head and twinkled his nose at her. Y/N clenched her head in her hands and felt a little faint.
Could this actually be Santa Claus?
Then it actually happened.
