Hello! This is a Christmas short story that I thought of for anyone who isn't in the holiday spirit yet, or for those of you who love a good Christmas story (like me!) so enjoy!

Puck was having a dream. In his dream, he was crouching behind a tree. He had a slingshot in one hand. In the other, a bag full of water balloons. But these were no ordinary water balloons, oh no. they were filed with banana cream and sardines, a personal favorite slop combination of Puck. He placed a green balloon in the slingshot and drew back the sling. There he found his blonde-headed target. She was looking the other way, completely unsuspecting that anything unusual was happening. Good.

Puck aimed and let go of the sling. It hit Sabrina in her golden hair, pulling a satisfying scream from her mouth. She turned, her face contorted into anger. Puck grinned. Then his smile faded as he saw a different reaction on Sabrina's face. She was crying. Puck backed up as she said with a tear streaking it's way down her check, "Why did you do that Puck?"

Puck woke with a start. Then he shivered. Why was he cold? Then he looked around. A thin layer of snow covered his blanket and trampoline that served as his bed. There was snow everywhere in his room. Puck slipped out of bed and walked to the door of his bedroom, his footie pj covered feet crunching on the white ground.

When Puck opened his door, he was greeted by an overenthusiastic marshmallow.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS PUUUUUCCCKKK!," Daphne exclaimed, startled Puck so bad he screamed like a girl. Good thing Sabrina wasn't there.

"Marshmallow!," Puck said "You could've killed me".

"Sorry," Daphne said, barely containing her enthusiasm.

Puck walked downstairs and sat at the breakfast table. Sabrina was sitting across from Puck, her hair all frizzy and her face in shock.

"The Marshmallow?," Puck guessed. Sabrina nodded, not even blinking.

The old lady came out of the kitchen, followed by Jake in an apron, a sight Puck should have brought a camera for, with green and red pancakes. Puck dug in. the food was amazing as usual.

The whole Grimm family was at the table, eating happily. Odd. Normaly there was some kind of argument: Jake and Henry or Daphne and Sabrina, or Puck's favorite: Sabrina the victim of another of Puck brilliant scemes. But today was different. Everyone had smiles on their faces. Finally Puck couldn't stand it.

"Ok, what's going on?"

"What do you mean?," Veronica asked, shoving a spoonful of baby food in Basil's mouth.

"Why is everyone acting so…nice?"

"It's Christmas," Daphne said in a singsong voice.

"What's Christmas?," Puck asked.

The whole table went silent. Puck looked around at the shocked faces of the Grimm family. Even Mr. Canis and Red were looking at him like he was an alien.

"What?," Puck said.

"You don't know what Christmas is?," Daphne whispered, her voice shaken.

"No," Puck said. "And I would appreciate it if you would tell me".

"How do you not know what Christmas is?," Sabrina said.

"Now Sabrina," the old lady said. "They had many different traditions in Fearie. I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't know much about human holidays".

"Well Puck," Daphne said, marching around the table "if there's anyone who knows about Christmas it's me".

"Here we go again," Sabrina muttered.

"Go get dressed Puck," Daphne said. "You're about to see what Christmas is all about".

And cut! Tada! And so starts my Grimm Christmas special. I will try to update every day as Christmas is so close.