Summary: What if Santa Claus was real? What if his elves were, too? What if some of them were sent specifically to certain people in need? What if Naruto was sent to make Sasuke's life just a little bit better?

Pairing: SasuNaru - as in Sasuke x Naruto

Warnings: yaoi, boyxboy relationships, supernatural/magical stuff, super corny Christmas plot

Disclaimer: Naruto (and all of its characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto and not me)

A/N: Here's the prologue for my Christmas story. I've really been looking forward to writing it since I thought it would be fun to make a Christmas story and post new chapters frequently through those long weeks before Christmas! Chapter 1 will be uploaded on December 1st ^_^

Merry Christmas! Hope you'll enjoy my story!

Prologue

London

Christmas Even 1992

James Mason hadn't expected much of his last Christmas. His wife Carol had passed a few years ago and ever since he had learned of his own terminal illness he'd accepted that he would soon join her. Having had a violent fight with their thirty-year-old son – his only living family - he had expected to spend this, his very last Christmas, all alone.

But that wasn't the case, he thought smilingly as the chattering young boy sitting in the armchair across from his asked him yet another question. The boy didn't look to be much older than 15, yet he'd shown up on James' doorstep every day in the week leading up to Christmas Eve like he had nowhere else to go. The boy – Naruto, he'd introduced himself – had insisted on interviewing him about his life, about the war he'd been in, the friends he'd had, the story of his wife, the love of his life.

The intoxicating scent of cookies and biscuits had invaded his home and James happily inhaled the smell, making him remember every Christmas in the past. A piing sounded from the kitchen, indicating the end of the biscuits' baking time. Naruto excused himself and merrily jumped from the chair to remove them from the oven.

James smiled contently and leaned further back into his armchair, somewhat revived from reliving his whole life through the stories he'd told the boy who now returned with a tray of baked goods and mugs of hot cocoa.

"Here you go, Jimmy," he grinned as he put a mug down in front of James. Somehow, Naruto had resorted to always calling him 'Jimmy' rather than James. It stirred odd feelings in the 76-year-old man. He hadn't been called by that name since he was a little boy yet Naruto stubbornly stuck to using it.

"Thank you," James smiled and took a sip from the mug. He gasped in shocked pleasure as the taste of the warm liquid made a flood of childhood memories crash over him like a giant wave of images. He felt everything he'd felt about Christmas as a child; the joy, the excitement, the expectations, the snow, the patient blue eyes of a blond boy who'd helped him get through a hard time. Eyes just like the ones staring at him somewhat adoringly.

The boy spent the rest of the evening making him relive every wonderful moment in his long life. When the boy left, James went to bed with a blissful smile on his face. He closed his eyes with a content sigh as he fell asleep, never to wake up again.