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Jim -Christmas- Christmas spirit

'Come, we will be late if we don't leave now!' I said and tried to get Jim off the couch and away from his laptop. 'I'm busy.' He muttered. 'You've promised to come with me.' I reminded him. 'Come on, do you honestly think that I, a psychopathic criminal, should be put in an orphanage to celebrate Christmas? Is that the best idea you have?'

I smiled. 'You're only saying that because you're not yet in the Christmas-spirit, don't worry, I'll get you in it. You don't need to celebrate with us if you don't want to, just help me decorate the many rooms, savvy? I can't do it all by me onesies.'

He smiled. 'Ayay Captain!' Said Jim and rose. 'Let's go then. But only for a while, I can't stay long.'

And so we went to the orphanage. It looked so sad and gloomy, I half expected bats to come flying out of the windows or lighting to strike behind the building. Armed with Christmas lights, Christmas balls and other decoratings, we entered the building.

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I ran around the orphanage, from kitchen, to bedrooms, to garden, back to the kitchen and back to the garden where Jim was decorating a tree. He stopped me from running. 'Hey hey! Slow down, tiger! What are you doing?' I panted but kept on standing even though Jim tried to make me sit.

'It's okay, I can stand. I have no time, Jim. You know how much I wanted to make a nice Christmas for all these children here, so I'm running around the orphanage, making food, hiding toys and decorating trees. I'm so tired and now Santa Clause is late! My entire planning is falling apart if he doesn't show up in ten minutes!'

I had already heard children asking for Santa Claus, so the old man was the last hope I had. I needed him to come, or the entire day would be failed and many children would have the worst Christmas ever. Santa was my last hope, and knowing that he wasn't here yet, frustrated me.

Jim wrapped his arms around me and succeeded to make me sit anyway. 'Hey, calm down now. You will succeed and these kids will have the best Christmas ever. Don't you worry.' I looked up to meet his big glowing eyes and smiled. 'I already have the best Christmas ever, just because you're with me. I still don't know why you've agreed to come here, but I'm glad you have.'

Jim smiled back. 'Yeah... But I still have to go in four minutes since I need to be on time for my... euh... arrangement. You realise that, right?' I nodded. 'Yes, too bad that you can't be here when Santa arrives.' He grinned. 'If he arrives at all.' I punched Jim playfully. 'He will come! And the children will have a great time, I'm sure of it.' I said with new hope in my voice.

Soon later, I was wishing for a Christmas miracle after I heard my phone ring. And Santa spoke to me, saying that he couldn't come today. My phone almost fell out of my hand and Jim, who was about to leave for his merry arrangement, stopped to look at me. 'What is it?' he asked. 'Do you remember that Santa I told you about?' I asked and Jim nodded, already expecting what I was going to say. 'He's not coming, is he?' I shook my head. 'No, he isn't.'

I watched the hands of my watch move. 'Only six minutes left and there's no Santa to greet the children. What should I do?'

Jim hugged me once more, telling me that he did not know what to do but that he had to leave.

And then, suddenly, I got an idea.

A brilliant one, though I say it myself. 'Jimmy darling?' I started. 'Oh boy...' He said and looked at me. 'Do you really have to go to that arrangement of yours? I mean, you're not working on Christmas, are you, love?' I said. He looked suspiciously at me. 'I really need to go, darling. I just can't stay so... euh... bye.' He tried to run away, but I grabbed his hand and pulled him back. 'You're not choosing work over me this Christmas, right? Will you help me, Jim, honey?'

'No...' He whispered. 'What say you, sweetypie?' I asked with a smirk. 'No! I will not play Santa for you! Come on! I'm a consulting criminal, not some jolly old man!' I smiled. 'Well, you look like him.' Jim's eyes widened. 'Are you calling me fat? Painful! And where's my beard? And my red suit?'

I grinned mischievously. 'Beard? Red suit? Those can be arranged...'

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Not much later....

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At first, we had the grumpiest Santa ever. But after a while I noticed that Jim a.k.a. Santa actually started to enjoy the children's laughter and cheering for their very own jolly Santa. And they loved the presents I had hidden under the Christmas tree, which made me really happy. All seemed to turn out well.

I was happy to see them all so joyous. The orphanage owner glanced at me for a moment, a tear running from his eyes. Yes, Jim and I had made a beautiful Christmas for all of the sweet, lonely children.

And I was extremely proud of my fat Santa.

While hugging a little kid who pulled at Jim's beard, Jim looked at me and in his sweet brown eyes I saw the true Christmas spirit. Joy and pure love shone from them. He smiled, though it was hard to detect a smile with that ridiculously long beard on. But I saw it, and I loved it.

I loved the smile on Jim's face, the joy in the children's eyes, and, above all, the mixture of protesting and cheering sounds as I pulled Jim closer and kissed my dear Santa Claus.

A/N

First of all, Santa, if you're reading this, sorry for calling you 'fat' and 'old' and so many other things. You rock, Santa!

...Though it's kind of weird, Santa, that you're reading a Jim Moriarty one shot x reader... And do you have internet connection in the North Pole?

Then, I really hope you liked this Jim Christmas special! Please comment and vote and dance! Just the way I'm dancing right now! (If you can call my strange movements 'dancing').

Merry Christmas to all of you sweet creatures and see ya later! ;-)

Catch you later!

-MS