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Summary: All kids love Santa. And Carlton did used to be a kid. Day 3 of Snow Globes for Christmas.
Warning: Not one I can think of.
Disclaimer: I can't even afford all the DVDs. =(
“Did you ever believe in Santa?” Carlton asked, raising his voice above the din of the mall.
“Excuse me?” Shawn replied between sips of his Orange Julius.
The detective pointed across the busy walkway to a line of children waiting to sit on Santa’s lap. “When you were a kid, did you believe in Santa?” he repeated louder.
“When I was five, Henry dragged me on top of our roof to show me that it had no suitable landing strip for reindeer and that no one with a waist bigger than 30 inches could ever fit down our chimney. So no, I never believed in Santa.”
Carlton gave him a sympathetic smile before turning to watch the kids again. “I believed.”
The image of his partner, young, excited and trusting in the magic of Christmas, brought a smile to Shawn’s lips. “Did you now?”
“Mm-hmm. I used to write him a letter every year. I always asked for the same thing.”
“And what was that?”
“A dog.”
“How cute,” Shawn teased. “Little Carly wanted a puppy.”
Carlton gave a small grin. “Not a puppy. A dog. I wanted a big farm dog, like a golden retriever or a lab.”
“How’s Santa supposed to bring a dog down the chimney?”
“He’s Santa,” Carlton replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “He has, you know, magic and crap.”
Shawn chuckled. “‘Magic and crap.’ You’re so poetic.”
“One year I waited up for him. He never came. And that’s when I stopped believing in him. I stopped believing in a lot of things that year.” The older man looked back at the children nostalgically.
Shawn gave Carlton a soft look and ran a hand through his dark locks. “Well, I’m kinda sorry that happened,” he said quietly. “Santa’s a fraud, no doubt, but there’s still plenty of other ‘magic and crap’ you can believe in.”
Without turning away from the kids, Carlton reached back and grabbed Shawn’s hand.
“I know.”
A/N: I had a lot of trouble with this one. Maybe it's because since that song brings up so many different images and ideas about Christmas, it sort of left me scrabbling for inspiration. I really like the lyrics about the kids waiting for Santa, though, so that's what I went with. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. =D
Summary: All kids love Santa. And Carlton did used to be a kid. Day 3 of Snow Globes for Christmas.
Warning: Not one I can think of.
Disclaimer: I can't even afford all the DVDs. =(
“Did you ever believe in Santa?” Carlton asked, raising his voice above the din of the mall.
“Excuse me?” Shawn replied between sips of his Orange Julius.
The detective pointed across the busy walkway to a line of children waiting to sit on Santa’s lap. “When you were a kid, did you believe in Santa?” he repeated louder.
“When I was five, Henry dragged me on top of our roof to show me that it had no suitable landing strip for reindeer and that no one with a waist bigger than 30 inches could ever fit down our chimney. So no, I never believed in Santa.”
Carlton gave him a sympathetic smile before turning to watch the kids again. “I believed.”
The image of his partner, young, excited and trusting in the magic of Christmas, brought a smile to Shawn’s lips. “Did you now?”
“Mm-hmm. I used to write him a letter every year. I always asked for the same thing.”
“And what was that?”
“A dog.”
“How cute,” Shawn teased. “Little Carly wanted a puppy.”
Carlton gave a small grin. “Not a puppy. A dog. I wanted a big farm dog, like a golden retriever or a lab.”
“How’s Santa supposed to bring a dog down the chimney?”
“He’s Santa,” Carlton replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “He has, you know, magic and crap.”
Shawn chuckled. “‘Magic and crap.’ You’re so poetic.”
“One year I waited up for him. He never came. And that’s when I stopped believing in him. I stopped believing in a lot of things that year.” The older man looked back at the children nostalgically.
Shawn gave Carlton a soft look and ran a hand through his dark locks. “Well, I’m kinda sorry that happened,” he said quietly. “Santa’s a fraud, no doubt, but there’s still plenty of other ‘magic and crap’ you can believe in.”
Without turning away from the kids, Carlton reached back and grabbed Shawn’s hand.
“I know.”
A/N: I had a lot of trouble with this one. Maybe it's because since that song brings up so many different images and ideas about Christmas, it sort of left me scrabbling for inspiration. I really like the lyrics about the kids waiting for Santa, though, so that's what I went with. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. =D
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