The Workshop: A "The Santa Clause" Fanfiction. (Bernard x Female OC)

Birthday Dinner Bash

I ran up to him and gave him a big hug. "I didn't know you were coming here!" I beamed, looking back at Dad and Bernard who just shrugged with smiles.

"Happy birthday! Dad said we were going to have a surprise birthday party so I needed to be here-"

"Charlie-" Dad sighed.

"Wow, he's gotten so big, hasn't he Cormac." My Grandma said. "I hadn't seen you since you were a baby, Charlie. He's sure turning into a handsome young man."

"Thanks..." Charlie suddenly became a bit shyer, and whispered, "Who are they, Angie?"

"Those are my Grandparents," I explained quietly.

"But not mine, right?" He seemed confused at the idea of having these long-lost grandparents he'd never met.

"Nope, they're my mom's parents." I smiled, ruffling his hair.

Charlie nodded, a bit more reassured.

"I have some cocoa for everyone, why don't we all step inside where it's warm?" Judy smiled. "Happy Birthday Angie," She nodded at me while I stepped inside. "Make sure you are free next weekend, alright?"

I nodded, "What do you have in mind?"

"It's a surprise, now go-" She lightly shoved my arm.

As we relaxed inside, Charlie told us everything that had gone on in his life. He had lost another tooth, got several good grades on his assignments, and is finally thinking of getting a haircut. The last one made me sad to think about, I couldn't imagine Charlie without his signature bowl cut.

"I've been thinking of cutting my hair too, Charlie. Maybe we can go together." Bernard smiled at Charlie, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"No!" I immediately yelped. "No haircuts... not yet," I coughed awkwardly.

Everyone looked at me somewhat startled by my proclamation.

"Don't cut your hair, it's too nice." I said much quieter and faster, in an almost mumble.

Bernard's face lit up into a smug smile, amused at my proclamation. "Alright then, I won't"

"Boys these days and their long hair." Dad waved a hand dismissively.

"As if you didn't have a mullet when you married Elsie, Scott." Grandpa Cormac shook his head with a (slightly) judgemental laugh.

"What's a mullet?" Charlie asked curiously.

"No, you're not allowed to get one of those," Dad snatched the picture I was about to show Charlie of a much younger less "Santaie" version of Scott Calvin rocking a long mullet from my hands.

"He thought it was the coolest thing ever," My grandma whispered, to everyone except my dad, who could also hear her but pretended not to. "We thought he was such a rebellious punk, but he did grow on us."

"That's hard to imagine," I chuckled.

"Come on, I was a total hippie back in my day!"

"Really? Because you look a little pained in this image here," I continued to tease him until he rolled his eyes in defeat.

"Okay, okay, let's all pick on Dad," Dad threw his hands up. "Let's change the subject why don't we, Cormac, Esme, what do you think of it here?"

"It's cold." My grandpa, who was sitting as close to the fire as possible, shivered.

"The elves like it cold-" Charlie started saying, but our sharp glances made him quickly stop speaking.

"The people here, we- I love the cold." Bernard continued.