Are you guys ready for 25 Christmas-y prompts in 25 days? BECAUSE I AM! That's right! It's time for the 25 Days of OTP Christmas! I found this prompt list on someone's tumblr and was like YES! I'm so happy that I'm getting back into writing and this is going to be a blast! So, without further ado…

Disclaimer: Technically, if you look at the fine print, I own no one.

Day 1: Getting out/putting up decorations

"I know they're up there somewhere," Emma paused for a moment, concern slightly screwing her face. "At least they should be." She wasn't sure how curses affected their belongings, so she hoped everything was where they had left it.

"Should be?" Killian asked, poking his head out of the attic door with an incredulous look on his face. "I've been looking for an hour and now you tell me should be?"

"We haven't used them since before the first curse was broken. Things tend to get a little too hectic to celebrate much," Emma said, shrugging her shoulders before he disappeared. It was still had for her to believe that they were finally free. No more curses. No more witches. No more darkness.

"And no one thought to label?"

Emma put her hands on her hips, though Killian couldn't see her. "We were all a little too busy falling through portals or fighting the monster of the week to think about it."

Truth be told, Emma hadn't been that involved in her first Christmas in Storybrooke. The town was still under the curse, and Emma had been living with Mary Margaret for less than two months. Mary Margaret, of course, was one of those over enthusiastic Christmas types. Garland hung all over the apartment. A tree with lights as bright as the sun sat in the corner of the living room. She had a stereo that was constantly playing her five favorite Christmas albums on a loop. There were even strings of lights on the outside of the door frame for the neighbors to see.

Emma had been too focused on Henry to really celebrate the holiday much. That didn't mean she had forgotten about it all together. It had been a long time since she had had anyone to celebrate any holiday with. A decade before, in fact. She had managed to sneak away from the hustle and bustle of Operation Cobra and Christmas cookie making to get both Henry and Mary Margaret gifts. She had gotten Henry a leather-bound journal, thinking that since he liked stories so much, he might want to write his own. Mary Margaret had been harder to shop for, but Emma had eventually settled on a cookware set (something that had come in handy over the years).

"Love?" Killian asked, snapping Emma from her trance.

He was adorable poking his head out of the attic door again, and she couldn't stop the ghost of a smile that moved up her face. Emma was still getting used to the mundane activities and the domesticity with her pirate boyfriend. Boyfriend sounded like the wrong word, and but saying True Love all the time sounded just the same. There was really no word for what Killian was to her; their love was just too strong.

"How about we leave the light hunting to your father?" He asked as he climbed down the stairs.

"Then how will we decor—" He cut her off by adorably putting his finger to her lips.

"This isn't your house anymore, sweetheart," Killian said, tucking a stray blonde hair behind her ear. Her smile reflected his as they thought about the house they shared together. "So, how about we let your parents decorate their own home, and we go out and buy our own? I know those blasted things can't be hard to procure. I've seen about a million all over town."

Emma thought about how much they would be able to fix up the big house. The last time she had participated in decorating anything that dealt with a holiday, she had been with Ingrid. After her stint in prison, it had been hard to imagine her finding anyone to spend any holiday with. But she had a whole town to celebrate Christmas, New Years, all the way down to Earth Day with. And it wasn't so hard to imagine anymore.

Lights around the edges of the house and around the porch.

A Santa and reindeer set up in the front yard.

A Christmas tree by the fireplace in the living room, decked out completely.

Stockings with their names hanging on the wall.

She could see it all, and it warmed her heart.

"Well, get your coat on, pirate," Emma said, pressing a kiss to his lips. "It's a big house. We've got a lot of shopping to do."