The whole mission had gone perfect! Every gift had been delivered, in a timely manner as well, and he took care of the whole 'waker with Santa in there' bit as well and then, his father goes and says he isn't handing the reigns over. Every Santa does 70 missions then passes it on to his son. Well everyone besides Malcolm, his father. Sitting at the dinner table with his family he was going threw his text. Deleting all of the ones from Peter which seemed to be the only ones he had, a few from random elves congratulating him on doing such a good job and few for vitamins or something like that? He was getting ready to just click delete all when he noticed there was one from Abby. Opening it he read threw,

'Hi Steve, just wanted to wish you a happy Christmas. I know you said you were busy, so I am sorry if this bothers you. Just wanted to say hi though. Miss you. I'll text you before I go to bed to so if you get this before then and have time you can text about whatever.'

It was an odd text to get from Abby, he sat there thinking about it. Until Grand-Santa spit his teeth out splashing something onto his face, Steve blinked a second before wiping it off and going threw more texts planning on texting Abby back if she wasn't asleep before dinner was over. But he did hear what was going on now,

"Forget Techno Tommy. He's texting on his calculator after another job." Steve let out a sigh, if he was going to mock him he should at least do it right.

"It's a Handheld Operational and Homing Organizer. The HOHO 3000." he replied without even looking up. "I'm enacting mission closure." his tone was bored,

"Aren't you the fancy Nancy? Don't matter what you come up with. You may be next in line, but you'll never get to be Santa unless you knock him off." That made Steve look up shocked at his Grandfather, then he looked over to his father to see if he had heard the same thing, seeing the shock on his fathers face meant he had heard it right. He could see the shock on his mothers face as well. Arthur took that moment to try and break the tension in the air.

"I got you all a present!" He declared gaining the attention of everyone in the room. Seeing he had everyone attention he continued on, "After all the hard work, I wanted everyone to have some Christmas fun." He reached under the table and pulled out Christmas the board game. Steve just stared at him for a moment before going to object, until he saw the look his mother gave him. Sighing he just sat there and waited, even helped got the board out and placed down right on the table, so Grand-Santa would be able to see it easier. The man was over a hundred years old. After doing that he grabbed the Santa piece, if he couldn't be Santa in real life he wanted to be him in the game at least. That is until Grand-Santa tried to take it.

"I'm Santa!" he yelled pulling on it,

"No, no, I'm Santa. It's ridiculous." Steve countered pulling it closer to himself trying to not hurt the old man in the process of getting the piece back. "You just took the piece out of my hand."

"Well, I am actually Santa," His father started, pouring salt in the fresh wound. "so I think I should have it." He smiled while taking it away from the other two completely. Steve sat down pissed,

"Yes. You're the non-executive figurehead." Steve huffed out grabbing his HOHO and starting a text to his girlfriend.

"Exactly!" His father agreed, Steve shook his head, He doesn't even know I insulted him, and he is the one who gets to be Santa! He yelled in his mind, "Figurehead."

"It means a fatty with a beard who fits the suit." Grand-Santa explained with a cheeky grin on his face. Even the old man knew I was insulting father.

'Hey. You still awake? It's been hectic around here.' He pressed send and looked back up at Arthur,

"The other pieces are good too." He tried to defuse the situation, "Or I can make extra Santa's for everyone." They all just raised a brow at him.

"Why don't you be the candle, Steve?" His father asked holding up said piece, "All those bright ideas, eh?" His father smiled wiggling the piece a bit and Steve took it with a tight lip.

"Fine, I'm the candle, Arthur's the turkey and you, Father, are, of course, Santa." He said threw his tight lips before relaxing them to take a stab at Grand-Santa as well, "Grand-Santa, you can be this charming relic." Steve handed over the old sleigh.

"Relic?" He asked shock on his face, "Relic?" His voice went a bit deeper, "I did the whole of Christmas in one of these, Arthur." With the amazement clear on Arthur's face he went one, "Oh, yes. I didn't need a trillion elves in bleepy hats." Steve checked his phone, Abigail had responded,

'Yeah I'm up for now. You okay or is it just busy hectic? What are you up to now?' Quickly he typed back,

'Got sucked into a Christmas game with my family. Just busy hectic really. Was one frantic part but, I got everyone threw it with ease. Little mad about the results from it though.'

"We don't go flying about," He picked up the rule book scanning a few pages, "throwing lead painted toys down chimneys anymore." He looked up and grinned grabbing the 'relic' piece, "That space sends you back to Lapland." His mother came out of the room with her jacket and sewing kit in hand,

"Malcolm, where did you get those?" She asked looking down at the extra pieces, he sat up straighter looking down at them and Grandsanta and Steve looked over at him accusingly.

"Just moving things along. Do I win?"

"Cheats, the pair of you! Christmas has gone right down the Rodney hold. You're a postman with a spaceship." Grandsanta accused pointing his boney finger at Steve. He stood up with his hands on the table pressing his index finger down with the point he made,

"My S-1 festivezed the world at 1,869 times the speed of sound." Grandsanta stood up as well mimicking his posture to the best of his ability.

"Christmas 1941, World War II did the whole thing with six reindeer and a drunken elf!" Steve rolled his eyes and sat back down, no one would understand what he was going threw here. He felt his HOHO vibrate. Quickly retrieving it from his pocket he read,

'Well you got everyone threw it. I'm really sorry Steve but, I'm getting ready to start working and I need to focus on this part. Send me text's if you want just know that's why I won't be responding quickly.' Steve let out a sigh,

'I'll just talk to you in the morning okay? Don't work to much, you need sleep. See you in a few days.'

"Goodness now, "Christmas crackers. Sing 'Silent Night' backwards." His mother read off a card,

"Who'd know that?" His father asked, Steve just raised a brow at her thinking the same thing when Arthur quickly smacked the tree bell and sang out some gibberish to them. Giving Arthur yet another look Steven just went back to the conversation,

"I went on alone." Grand-Santa said with conviction, "I could still do it now, Arthur." He smiled at his youngest Grandson. "Just give me a go!" Steven raised a brow at him with a smirk on his face not being able to help the next comment.

"In a heap of sticks." His father started laughing but, Grand-Santa lost his smile,

"Let me up and at him!" He yelled grabbing his cane, "I'll show you, Robby the Robot!" He flipped the board game messing up all of the pieces, flinging them to the other side of the room. Feeling his HOHO go off again he almost would of smiled thinking it was from Abigail until he saw it wasn't, a look of shock covered his face as he practically ran from the room, shutting the doors behind himself. Looking down at his phone with worry he made his way to the Operational Area.

"Steve!" He heard his younger brother call, "Steve! Don't be upset look!" Arthur called finally catching up to his older brother. "You keep this," He said revealing the Santa piece he had been fighting for not that long ago. "Then you can be Santa next time." Steve took it and looked at it confused, this was not going to fix anything, it was just a piece of a board game. "That'll be you there, Steve." Arthur pointed behind him, he turned to look just seeing the wall, "Next year I bet." He took a deep breath, "You'll be great." He smiled at his brother, Steve just looked at Arthur then behind him to all the open doors, not knowing how to do mushy stuff with his family, or anyone that well really he decided to brush it off while turning around.

"How many times, Arthur? It's the North Pole. Shut the doors." He said with an exasperated voice going threw the next door.