Family Christmas

Old Fiat

Summary: How do the PoT boys spend Christmas? Let's find out!

Note: I'll have to try and update this more than once a day seeing as there are only ten days till Christmas unless I go through Orthodox Christmas (January 7th).

Disclaimer: I own neither PoT nor Christmas.

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The Echizens

Ryoma ran down the hallway, his bare feet smacking the cold floor boards. He burst into his parent's room. "Oka-san! Oyaji! It's Christmas!"

The pile of duvet moved a little, an arm came out, and grabbed the clock. He father's head popped out of the covers. "Boyyyy… I--it's six a—am…" the sentence was broken up by yawns. His mother's head came out of the soft, warm mass of duvet.

"Give us a few minutes, Ryoma. How about you wake up Grandma and Nanako…" She rubbed her eyes. "How is that?"

Ryoma was already out of the doorway.

His too long, flannel pajama pants caught under his feet so he tripped a little as he ran. He slid open Nanako's door. Her room was covered in posters of festivals she'd been to; Music Fest, the 2005 Summer Renaissance Fair, and others. She mumbled a little in her sleep and rolled over, her hair spreading over her pillow. Ryoma crept over and shook her.

"Nanako?" he whispered. "Nanako?" He whispered because a few years ago, he had woken her up with a shout he got an alarm clock connecting with his nose which resulted in a large amount of bleeding.

She opened her eyes. "Yes Ryoma?"

"It's Christmas," he said, grinning impishly.

"Oh!" she tossed off her blankets and got up. "Be careful when you wake up Grandma. I'll make sure Uncle Nanjiro and Auntie Rinko haven't fallen asleep." She knew by heart Ryoma's order of waking people up.

After having one was awake, the adults trudged downstairs. Ryoma jogged down first and Nanako was right behind him.

The living room was bathed in a mixture of blue and golden light. Gray-blue light shone in through the window and the Christmas tree seemed to glow, golden and warm in the corner of the room. There was a collection of packages around the bottom, leaning on each other, mix-matched wrapping and shiny ribbons reflected the colorful tree lights. Little golden bulbs shone and his mother's Christmas tree fairy sat on top. It's serene, china face colored golden from a nearby light. Its silver, satin dress, trimmed with white fake-fur shone. The little red lips pursed, white hands pressed together in prayer.

Ryoma and Nanako attacked the pile of presents as they always had. Suddenly there was a shower of paper, shouts of "Neat!" and "No way! You said you couldn't get it for me!"

Nanjiro wrapped his arm around his wife and they sat down on the couch. "It's the one day a year I don't get a sentence of back-talk." Rinko smiled at him.

"I adore Christmas," she whispered, then said louder. "Hand some presents this way to me and your father, Ryoma. Eh?"

"Here Oka-san, this is from me," said Ryoma, handing her a package wrapped in golden, foil-like wrapping paper.

She tore off the paper to reveal a small, velvet covered box. She opened it and inside was a silver charm with a small green gem inserted in the center hanging on a thin chain. She held a hand to her chest and looked at the charm. "Oh… Ryoma…"

He was suddenly was pulled into a tight hug. "Ryoma! This is so sweet!"

He blushed scarlet. "Mum!"

She let go and Nanako handed a present to Nanjiro and a present to Grandma.

Nanjiro unwrapped his to find a scrapbook, filled with pictures from when he was born to the present.

"Grandma helped me," she said, smiling as Nanjiro flipped though the scrapbook.

"Thank you…" he murmured, busy looking at the photos.

Ryoma pressed his nose against the window.

"It's snowing…" he said. His breath fogged up the glass and as they all looked out, little pencil end sized flakes fell from the sky, covering the ground with white.

Grandma switched on the radio.

"…beautiful sight, we're happy tonight, walking in a winter wonderland."

Rinko looked over Ryoma's shoulder.

"It's going to be a wonderful day."

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