~ Happy Holidays everybody! Here's another Christmas drabble based on an imagine from imaginexhobbit: Imagine Bilbo and Thorin staying up late on Christmas Eve to play Santa for Frodo. It won't be long, but enjoy it nonetheless! ~

'Just put this on, will you?' Bilbo says as he shoves the clothes into Thorin's hands. 'You don't give me must choice hobbit. Why do I have to play the... how did you call it?' Thorin growls as he makes his way towards their shared bedroom. 'He's called Santa and don't talk so loud or he will hear you' Bilbo hisses. Thorin ignores his hobbit husband and get's ready to change into the costume given to him. Bilbo get's the sack with gifts from behind the treasure chest in the hallway and makes his way towards the front door. He takes a sneak peek through the small window next to his door. Thankfully no one is outside at this time of night. Otherwise Thorin would have never gone outside wearing the red suit, Bilbo has no doubt about it.

He turns around and has to keep himself from laughing out loud. Thorin stood in front of him. The sleeves of the shirt rolled up to his elbows and a grumpy look on his face. He hold the white beard and hair in his hands and threw them at Bilbo. 'I won't be wearing this excuse for a beard' he growls. Bilbo shakes his head and places his hand on his husband's chest. 'He will recognize you if you don't wear it. And you don't want to spoil this for him, do you?' Thorin rolls his eyes and takes the beard back from his husband. 'He better like it. Or I will set this thing on fire first thing tomorrow' Thorin growls and walks out the door. Bilbo sighs. His nephew should consider himself a lucky hobbit with such loving uncle's.

'Uncle? Did you hear something? I think it's Santa!' Frodo comes running at Bilbo. 'Oh, now did you? I'm not sure about that little one' Bilbo says and picks Frodo up from the ground. 'Aye, I'm sure. I even found his sack. He must have forgotten all about it when he left the presents here' Frodo says. Bilbo frowns. 'What are you talking about?' Frodo points at the sack behind Bilbo. 'That sack behind you uncle. I found it this afternoon, behind the treasure chest in the hallway. I just don't understand why Santa was here this early.' His nephew looks at him with bright eyes and Bilbo can do nothing else than stare at him. He was getting too nosy for him, he couldn't keep up with the young hobbit anymore.

'You know what we should do? We should get some hot milk. What do you think about that?' Bilbo suggests. Frodo smiles and let's himself get carried away from the gifts. 'When can I unwrap my presents uncle?' Bilbo places his nephew on a chair in the dining room and walks towards the kitchen. 'When uncle Thorin is back' Bilbo answers. He places the cooking pot on the fire when he feels a light tug on his shirt. His nephew has got up from his chair and followed him into the kitchen. 'When will uncle Thorin be back?' Frodo asks. Bilbo opens his mouth to answer when he hears a knock on the front door. 'Who's that uncle?' Frodo asks while he's already running towards the door.

Bilbo chuckles and follows his nephew. 'I don't know. Maybe you have to open the door to find out.' Frodo turns around, unsure if he wants to open the door, but after an encouraging nod from Bilbo he opens it. The door is only opened for an inch or less when Frodo yells 'UNCLE THORIN, ARE YOU SANTA?!' and he jumps up in the arms of his uncle. Bilbo slaps his hand in his face when he sees his husband standing in the doorway. That stubborn dwarf just had to take the beard off, didn't he? Bilbo puts his hands in his side and looks at him, disapproving of showing up without a white beard. Thorin glares back at him before showing his adopted nephew a loving smile.

'You forgot to wear the beard uncle!' Frodo points out. Bilbo laughs sarcastically and shakes his head. 'Aye, but I'm not the only one who forgot something' he shoots back at his husband, looking at the sack at his feet. Bilbo huffs and crosses his arms. 'What will the other children think when they see you like this? You have to wear the beard uncle Thorin!' Frodo says. Both his uncle's frown at him. 'The other children?' Frodo nods frantically. 'I know that my uncle is Santa, but the other children can't know that! They have to think Santa is Santa. I don't want to share my uncle' he explains and tries to wrap his little arms around Thorin. Bilbo and Thorin exchange looks. 'Aye, I'm the real Santa Frodo, you found out. Now, do you want to open your gifts little one?'

'YESSSSS!' Frodo shouts excitedly. Thorin chuckles and carries his nephew into the living room. Bilbo shakes his head, grabs the sack and follows them. 'Hopefully he won't tell this to any of his friends, or we will have a lot of children on our doorstep tomorrow afternoon' Bilbo murmurs.