A/N This is a little twelve chapter story in honor of the twelve days of Christmas. Many people think that the twelve days of Christmas are the twelve days prior to Christmas, but they actually are the twelve days after Christmas and end on January 6, also known as Epiphany Day. I will do my best to update daily, but hopefully I'll have all twelve chapters posted by the sixth.

The plan for this story is to take twelve couples from the HP series and write a short one-shot about their first Christmas together and tie it into one of the gifts from the 12 Days of Christmas song. The song will be going in order, but I will be jumping around chronologically some of the time.

Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or The 12 Days of Christmas song.

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a partridge in a pear tree.

It was their first Christmas together. Yes, they had spent Christmases at Hogwarts and during their engagement, but his was their first Christmas as a married couple. First Christmases were always extremely important for many reasons. Sometimes traditions were set, but mostly they were a simple time to enjoy one another. It would be a quiet Christmas as neither of them had much money, but Christmas wasn't about gifts. It was about family and love. They were the important things.

Molly was bustling about the big kitchen at the Burrow which Arthur had built for her as a wedding gift. She loved the place. The house itself was somewhat snug, but there was plenty of room to expand if the family outgrew the house. There were a few acres of property as well, so there was plenty of space for a large family outdoors as well.

Molly was eager to see what would happen on this very special Christmas of theirs. Yes, all Christmases were special, but there was something extra special and magical about a first Christmas.

She was busy baking Christmas cookies. They had always been a tradition in her family, but this was the first year dough hadn't been snuck out if the bowl either by her, her twin brothers, or last year, Arthur.

She smiled as she thought of her twin younger brothers. They were always so mischievous. It was strange not having them annoy her nearly every second and nice too in some ways. Her Hogwarts years had given her some peace, for the first three years at any rate, but now they couldn't even try to bother her without Flooing or Apparating. Not that they did it often. They had showed up once when she and Arthur were in the middle of a romantic kiss and that had scared them out of popping up unexpectedly.

She was just putting the last batch of cookies in when Arthur arrived at the door, covered lightly with fresh snow and his hands behind his back.

"Happy Christmas, Molly," he said eagerly.

"Happy Christmas, Arthur," replied Molly as she gave him a kiss.

"I have your present, Molly," he said eagerly.

"What is it Arthur dear?" she asked as she dusted flour off of her hands.

Arthur pulled his hands out to reveal a small tree with a bird in it.

"What is it?" asked Molly slowly as she wondered what this gift might be.

"It's a pear tree," said Arthur. "Like that Muggle song. The person in it gives his true love a partridge in a pear tree. There's a partridge in the tree also."

Molly was extremely confused about the song reference, but she loved the gift, especially the tree. A pear tree would come in handy if they could get it to grow, but a partridge would be interesting. "Thank you, Arthur," she said she gave him another kiss. "It's very sweet of you. Now get cleaned up and we'll have dinner."

"Certainly Molly," said Arthur with a grin.

That night the two shared a very romantic dinner, with pears as part of the meal.