A/N: So I realized that I don't have any chapters in "A Patch of Clover" for Christmas (yet), and the only one I can think of that will be set on Christmas is not until 1924, and I'm trying really hard to stay in order, so I've written a series of drabbles for each of Mairead's years at Downton.
Disclaimer: I don't own Downton Abbey
1916
She excused herself from dinner before the festivities could begin, claiming a slight headache and not waiting for permission to be granted as she rose from her place. She gave Tom a tight nod before leaving the servants' hall with false apology written across her features.
Merry Christmas, Sam, she thought as she climbed the steps, setting her foot down carefully each time to avoid eliciting a squeal from the wood.
She wondered what her family would be doing tonight. Her mam would be supervising the maids at the Downing house, Will was likely to be enjoying a glass of sherry, the rascal, her Pa and Aunt Bridget were probably tucking in Beth about now, just as Isibéal would be putting her boy Daniel to sleep and telling the boy stories about Father Christmas.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading! I will post more drabbles for this soon, so have a merry christmas (or happy holidays) while you're at it!