Harry rushed down stairs to see so many presents they couldn't fit under the tree and most of them were for him. He then ran over to the small coffee table and saw that most of the milk and the cookies he had made were gone. Santa is real, just like they said.
Harry hadn't believed them when they said he was real, because he had never visited him at the Dursleys but had visited Dudley. Maybe Uncle Vernon scared him away, or maybe he didn't know i was in the cupboard. It all makes sense now.
That's when Harry noticed that his stocking was not only full, but so full it looked like it might fall off the fire place. Harry remembered when he and Padfoot had got the tree Uncle Moony was tired and stayed at home. While the other two went for a walk found the perfect tree and cut it down and brought it here. Then the best fun of all was decorating the tree. Then they had made cookies for Santa Padfoot kept eating the dough as they made it and when they were being iced he continued to eat them until Uncle Moony had come and told him that if he kept eating them there would none left for Christmas and Santa.
Harry sat staring at the presents transfixed for what felt like hours but it was only half an hour. Finally he couldnt take it anymore he ran upstairs to their bedroom and jumped on the bed. Shouting "He came , just like you said and there are hundreds of presents. Come on, come on. Hurry up, hurry up"
Uncle Moony smiled at Harry and said "Alright, we'll be there in a minute why don't you open your stocking" Harry smiled and ran down stairs.
"Sirius, Sirius" Remus nudged him and said his name a little louder "Sirius"
"Huh, what is it?" He groaned before Remus could answer "More importantly what time is it?"
"A little after 6. "
"Then why are you waking me up"
"Harry wants to open his presents"
When Sirius heard that he jumped out of bed quicker than Remus had ever seen him move. Remus chuckled to himself as he put on his dressing gown and looked forward to the first Christmas with his husband and adopted son.