A/N: Hello everyone! I didn't know if it would happen, but I'm back with a third year of Christmas ficlets! Just as always, there will be 25 ficlets for 25 days, each titled with a new Christmas carol! I'm excited to celebrate the Christmas season with these now that I'm slowly coming out of my funk. But as a result of such, things will probably be a bit more subdued than usual. I hope you enjoy though, cause it's gonna be great! Just a note THIS IS THE THIRD WORK IN AN ANNUAL SERIES. You don't necessarily need to read the other 2 to follow or enjoy this, but there will be references to the past years' stories as well as original characters and relationship developments that all came about in the previous year's stories. With all that said, Merry Christmas, and enjoy!

As for this coming story, this carol has always made me feel incredibly peaceful, and it felt super appropriate for Eve and Flynn after what they went through in season 3. I tried to capture the feel of this song, so I hope you enjoy!

December 1st: Happy Xmas(War is Over)

"So this is Christmas, and what have you done?
Another year over, a new one just begun."

Eve couldn't say why she woke up in the middle of the night that day. She didn't have to go to the bathroom; she didn't feel sick; the apartment was perfectly quiet. Flynn was sound asleep next to her; there was no desk-lamp filling the room with light- as it often did, waking her to find Flynn huddled over a notebook researching a new theory that had come to him in his dreams. No, everything about the room was absolutely normal. The only difference she could note was that it was a bit colder than it had been when she'd gone to sleep.

Stepping slowly out of the bed-being careful not to wake Flynn- she wrapped her robe-which she kept hanging on the bedpost- around her and walked towards the living room. As she went she made sure to stay alert, peeking around every corner and ready to jump into a defensive stance.

She wondered if maybe the sudden awakening had something to do with some kind of "Guardian's intuition"; maybe some threat was there and the magic of the Library had caused her to wake-up to be ready to fight it before it was too late. But she looked around into every room, and nothing was out of the ordinary. No demon was perched on top of the fridge, no Serpent Brotherhood soldier hung onto the ceiling (and yes she checked).

No, she supposed she could just account the waking for a random wave of brain activity-or whatever Flynn would call it. She looked at the clock: 4 AM. Now that she was already up, it was too late to go back to sleep and not feel terrible when she woke up, and besides, she didn't really feel tired. She went into the kitchen and brewed some coffee. As she waited for the water to boil, she pulled her robe tighter around her.

It really was cold in here.

Minutes later she poured her coffee into the World's Best Guardian mug Jones had given her. It was two years old now and a little chipped on the top, not to mention how the paint was fading. But she still refused to ever part with it.

She sipped it and breathed in gently as the steam came into contact with her nose. Just then, she heard footsteps from behind her. She turned sharply, immediately thinking that there was an intruder, and that she'd let her guard down too soon, but she only found Flynn, looking disheveled and rubbing his eyes as he walked towards her.

"Hey," he mumbled.

"No!" she exclaimed. "Go back to bed! It's too early for you to be awake."

"I should say the same of you!" he exclaimed.

Eve cocked her head to the side with a look of touche about her. They smirked at each-other as Flynn got closer and he placed a quick kiss on her lips before turning to the cabinet to grab a mug for himself.

"We're gonna need a lot of this," he said, as Eve walked into their living room. "Cassandra's gonna be at the Library in 2 hours hanging garland."

Eve groaned, as she realized what day today was.

"December 1st." she grumbled.

"Merry Christmas!" Flynn teased, pressing his chin on her shoulder.

She laughed and shoved him off before her attention turned to the window. Her jaw dropped slightly in awe, and she now knew why the house had been so cold.

"Look Flynn!" she exclaimed, walking away from him to balance on the window ledge.

Flynn's eyes widened as he followed her. Her jaw was dropped and her eyes wide as she looked out the window. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Outside, in the dark of night, the gentlest snow was falling. It glowed slightly, illuminated by the streetlights, and, still untouched by the rush of morning, the ground was dusted in a neat blanket of white.

Eve didn't know what it was about watching snow fall in the dark that was so peaceful, but it was definitely something special. She became acutely aware then of the feel of Flynn behind her, close and warm. Her mind drifted to think about events of the past, and her smile turned briefly to a frown.

It was December 1st, Christmas again. So much had happened in the year in between. She'd nearly lost him…twice…threatened once by a breakup and once by the unthinkable. And now here they were, fine, ready to celebrate Christmas again. Somehow, against all the odds, they'd made it here.

She pulled his arm tighter around her, and squeezed his hand with an unwillingness to ever let go. He bent down and kissed her shoulder, sending a chill through her that was completely unrelated to the temperature outside. Her eyes closed and she breathed him in, imagining how she'd kiss him under the mistletoe in the Library, or sit next to him by the fire as they sipped hot chocolate.

"Merry Christmas Flynn," she whispered.

"Merry Christmas Eve," he replied.

War is over, if you want it. War is over now.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! See you tomorrow! 12 days until season 4!