Peyton prompt: could you write a holiday story for Christine's first Christmas since Hart Hanson isn't giving us one?

I don't own Bones.

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Arriving at the crime scene, Booth exited his truck and looked around. "Hey Morris . . . come here."

ET Morris, curious, jogged over to where Booth was standing, "What can I do for you Agent Booth?"

Smiling, Booth opened the back passenger door and replied, "Get in the truck and watch my daughter until I come back. I won't be long; but, I sure as Hell can't leave her by herself."

"Aw, come on Booth. I got things . . ."

"Get your ass in the truck. I'll be right back."

Resigned, Morris climbed in the truck. Seeing a sleeping baby next to him, Morris took his phone out and emailed his wife, "Guess what I'm doing? I'm baby sitting Agent Booth's baby. Ha, you said Booth didn't know me. I told you he did."

Shortly Morris received a return email from his wife, "That college degree is really coming in handy."

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Ten minutes later, Booth was back. Opening the door, Booth looked at Christine's temporary babysitter.

Morris sliding out of the truck, remarked, "She's still sleeping."

Patting Morris on the shoulder, Booth replied, "I told you I wouldn't be long. Marcus said to help Hodgins."

Watching Morris jog away, Booth climbed up in to the truck and sat down next to his daughter. Seeing she was still asleep, Booth leaned back and closed his eyes. He figured Brennan would probably do her thing for a couple of hours and since it was 2:37 in the morning, he'd try for a little sleep.

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Opening the truck door, Brennan smiled to see her little family sleeping. Shaking Booth's knee, Brennan woke up Booth, "Booth, we can leave now. Marcus is going to have the body sent to the Jeffersonian. We can go home."

Sitting up Booth rubbed his eyes, glanced at his watch and smiled, "Good, it's not too late to have Christmas."

Smiling, Brennan walked around to the back of the truck, deposited her crime scene kit in the back and closed the door. Walking around the truck, Brennan entered the passenger side to find that Booth was waiting for her.

"Not my idea of a great Christmas for Christine, Bones. Making her sleep in a cold truck near a mutilated body on Christmas morning is not my idea of a Currier and Ives Christmas."

Shrugging her shoulders, Brennan pointed out the obvious, "Dad's out of town and Angela is meeting her father at the airport this morning. We didn't have a lot of choices."

Staring back at his daughter, Booth replied, "Yeah, it doesn't matter. She slept the whole time. I just had this picture in my head of the perfect Christmas for our baby and this isn't part of it."

"Well, when we get home, we can do whatever you planned to do to make your perfect Christmas. It will be fine."

Staring at Brennan, Booth leaned over and kissed her, "You're right. Let's go."

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Arriving home, Booth carried Christine up to her bedroom and then came back downstairs to check on Brennan. Finding her in the kitchen, Booth remarked, "Let's go back to bed for awhile. It's only 6:40."

Shaking her head, Brennan looked up at Booth, "If you plan to have dinner at noon then I have to at least start baking the turkey soon. It's very large and will take quite awhile to cook."

"Well, put the turkey in the oven and then we can go back to bed."

Frowning, Brennan replied, "I know you Booth. You won't sleep if the oven is on."

Shaking his head, Booth exclaimed, "Well, we don't have to eat at noon. Just finish prepping it and put it back in the fridge. We can put it in the oven when we get back up."

Shrugging her shoulders, Brennan prepared her turkey and then placed it in the fridge. Booth, waiting in the living room, fell asleep on the couch. Brennan finding a sleeping Booth smiled and covered him with a blanket. Turning off the kitchen lights, she walked upstairs to lay down for awhile.

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"Seeley Joseph Booth, what do you think you're doing young man?"

Blushing, Seeley stepped out from behind the Christmas tree and frowned, "I was going to wait until Pops came downstairs to put the presents under the tree and then I was going to jump out and tell him that I knew that there wasn't a Santa Claus. Just because Jared still believes doesn't mean that I should have to, Grandma. I'm eleven years old. I'm not a little kid."

Shaking her head, Marie walked over to where Seeley stood and placed her arms around his shoulders, "Why do you want to spoil your grandfather's fun Seeley? This is your first Christmas with us and he wants it to be special. He loves Christmas. Shoot, he's the King of Christmas. This is his favorite holiday and he loves the fact that he gets to share it with you and Jared. He loves you and he wants you to see that Christmas can be fun and exciting. If Jared still believes in Santa Claus then that just makes it all the more fun. Can't you relax and let everyone just have fun? Please Seeley. Just relax and feel the holiday."

Hanging his head, Booth muttered, "I guess I didn't think about it that way."

Hugging her grandson, Marie remarked, "You don't have to believe in Santa Claus, Seeley; but, we would like you to believe in the hope that Christmas represents. This is the birthday of the baby Jesus and he loves you and Jared and he doesn't want you to be sad anymore. You're safe now. We will never fail you Seeley. You can count on us. If we'd had any idea about what was going on we would have changed things sooner. I'm sorry we failed you; but, I swear, we will never fail you again. . . Think of Christmas as the beginning of your new life. You can be as happy as you want to be. Just remember, we love you."

Looking up at his grandmother, Seeley smiled, "Maybe I can learn to be the prince of Christmas."

Laughing, Marie hugged and kissed her grandson. "I love you Seeley. I will always love you."

Waking, Booth slowly opened his eyes to see the Christmas tree across the room. "Thanks Grandma."

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After Booth had placed all of the presents he had for Christine and Brennan under the tree, Booth walked into the kitchen to take the turkey out of the fridge and place it in the oven to start baking. Once he'd made sure that all was well with his main course, Booth poured himself a small glass of eggnog and drank it. Happy, Booth left the kitchen and climbed the stairs to awaken his little family.

Walking into Christine's bedroom, Booth saw that Christine was already awake. She was standing against the railing of her crib and was smiling as Booth entered the room.

"Merry Christmas, Sweetheart. Santa brought you enough stuff to start a small store if you want to."

Lifting his smiling daughter into arms, Booth kissed her rosy cheeks and smiled, "Let's go wake up Mommy."

Entering into their bedroom, Booth saw that Brennan had fallen asleep on his side of the bed. Walking around to that side of the bed, Booth knelt down and stared at Brennan. Leaning over, Booth kissed Brennan on her nose and exclaimed, "Let's boogy Bones. Santa came and Christine wants to open her presents."

Opening one eye, Brennan replied, "Go away."

Laughing, Booth leaned over and kissed her nose again, "Come on Ebenezer, Christine and me are in the mood for presents. It's her first Christmas Bones. Don't you want to see her open her presents?"

Sighing, Brennan opened her other eye and saw the pleading look on Booth's face and the happy face of her daughter. Sitting up, Brennan remarked, "Angela calls you the King of Christmas. I believe she's right."

Laughing, Booth stood up, "Thanks Bones. I feel like the King of Christmas. I wish Parker could be here; but, I'll call him in a little while. Christine told me that she's very excited that Santa came."

Looking down at his watchful daughter, Booth smiled, "Didn't you Sweetheart?"

Patting Booth's face, Christine yelled, "Daddy."

Hugging his daughter, Booth replied, "You've been a good little girl and Santa really outdid himself . . . No coal for you."

Staring at Booth, Brennan smiled, "You do know that she doesn't understand what you're telling her."

Widening his eyes, Booth replied, "Ha, she's a genius, I can tell. She knows exactly who Santa Claus is. Come on Bones, you've stalled long enough."

Smiling, Brennan slid off of he bed and replied, "Yes your highness. I'm coming."

Laughing, Booth placed his arm around Brennan's shoulder and kissed her. "Merry Christmas, Honey."

"Merry Christmas Booth."

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I hope this is what you wanted. Reviews would be a wonderful Christmas present. Thanks. Merry Christmas everyone.

A/N: The "Honey" is for MJ.