(I hope you all enjoy this little Christmas Story. I don't own the characters but this is based on real events. I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. -Sincerely, Ava)

The day started out so peacefully. Snow was falling, children were playing out in the snow, and Matthew still hadn't come outside.

Peter looked over to his other brother who was still crouched behind his snow fortress. (It was really just a poorly constructed snow mound) Alfred hadn't moved for the past hour, and Peter's patience was running thin. By this point it was obvious that Matthew wasn't coming out to play.

Alfred, in the meantime, was staring determinedly at the door too the house. It wasn't often that he could throw something at Matthew and not get scolded. If only his twin would come out! You would think he was a hibernating bear or something by the way he acted.

Alfred's thoughts were interrupted as a snowball nailed him in the back of the head. Peter's patience had run out.

Alfred turned to his brother with a slight pout gracing his face only to find Peter glaring daggers at him.

Peter pointed at the house. "If you want him to come out then go get him!"

Alfred stared for a moment before a mischievous smirk arose. Before Peter could react, Alfred had raced to the door of the house and flung it open.

He was then promptly nailed in the face by a snowball coming from inside the house. His mouth dropped as he stared at Matthew who was smirking from his place behind a small mountain of snowballs.

Matthew sent a barrage of snowballs after the retreating form of Alfred. He had very good aim.

By the time Alfred made it behind his rough shelter, he was covered in a decent amount of white powder.

The sight was enough to send Peter into a fit of laughter.

Peter then ducked behind his own snow fort as both Alfred and Matthew hurled snowballs in his direction.

A snowball fight of epic proportions ensued. Headshots were claimed and territory stolen. They made snowmen soldiers while trying to destroy their siblings' armies.

At the end all three boys were lying down, laughing in the snow. Matthew turned to his brothers and stated slightly out of breath. "What took you guys so long? I was waiting for you to open the door for forever."

Peter started to laugh while Alfred's eye twitched. Alfred did what any brother would do and chucked a snowball at Matthew's head.

It missed, but the game was on again, and by the time Arthur (their father) got back, all three boys could be passed off for snowpeople.

The boys looked at each other slyly before pelting their father with snowy missiles.

That didn't last long sadly, as their father was quick to point out that if they didn't stop they would ruin the hot cocoa in the groceries.

The unruly gang shuffled inside, cheeks and noses rosy red. Each peeled of their soaked outer layers and huddled around the heater.

Matthew got a scolding for having snowballs in the house. The remnants of which were shown by the puddles in the hallway.

Finally, as the stars shown in the sky, the small family snuggled together under warm blankets and watched as more snow fell.

It was memories like these that made, and continue to make, this season so magical.