Disclaimer - The characters of this fanfiction, as well as the 'Sons of Anarchy' world belong to Kurt Sutter, with the exception of 'Boo' Morrow, who is an original character created by me. I make no profit from this work.

This is my 'Advent Calendar'! Over the next 25 days, in the countdown to Christmas, I will post a drabble (100 – 600 words long) everyday that is linked both to my main story and either Christmas or to do with the number of the chapter. For example this first drabble is about Boo's first Christmas with Tig! Enjoy!

First – Boo's first Christmas with Tig

It was 5am on Christmas morning and Boo Morrow was fast asleep.

At 16 years old she was no longer old enough to wake up at such an ungodly hour, filled with the excitement and joy only Christmas could bring.

Other people in the household however, weren't too old to wake up at 5am on Christmas morning.

"It's Christmas!" Tig cried ecstatically as he pushed open Boo's door and flicked on her light, a joyous grin alighting his face, blue eyes glittering in wonder.

"What the hell?" Boo mumbled sleepily, pulled her blankets over her head.

It was far too early to be awake as far as she was concerned, even if it was Christmas!

"Come on Boo, get up! It's Christmas!" Tig said before pulling the covers off Boo's head.

"I wanna sleep!" Boo whined, fighting a losing battle against her guardian for the blanket. She soon gave up and put her head under her pillow instead.

"Don't you wanna see what Santa got you?" Tig asked before plonking himself down on the side of Boo's bed. He then proceeded to snatch Boo's pillow away from her. Boo sighed in defeat and wearily opened her eyes.

"Tiggy, I'm 16 not 6. I know Santa doesn't exist!" she sighed with a roll of her eyes.

Tig's face fell just a little, despair flickering across his face so briefly Boo didn't quite believe she'd seen it.

"Spoil my fun!" Tig huffed, pouting impishly, his arms folded across his chest. "Come on Kid, play along! Please!"

"Fine." Boo nodded, agreeing only because Tig had said please.

He wasn't one for saying please normally.

"Come on!" Tig said, grinning wider still as he grabbed Boo's hand and tugged her to her feet.

Boo willingly moved, yawning widely as her guardian pulled her in the direction of the living room.

"Merry Christmas Kid..." Tig said bashfully upon them entering the living room, a faint pink flush on his cheeks.

The teen stared in awe, the living room – which had previously been bare of any Christmas decorations – was now decorated as impressively as Gemma's home, lights, stars and baubles hanging all over the place.

There was even a snow covered tree in the corner, gifts surrounding its base.

"Oh Tig... it's beautiful!" Boo whispered, hands clasped over her mouth, tears of disbelief and joy filling her eyes.

Tig pulled Boo into his arms, hugged her tight, kissed her forehead tenderly.

"I miss Christmas with my girls... I know you're too old for this shit but I wanted to make it special for you." He explained.

He'd not got to spend Christmas with his children in a long time, but now he could spend it with Boo.

"Thank you so much Tig!" Boo mumbled into the crook of Tig's neck. "You have made today special!"

"Wanna see what Santa brought you?" Tig asked, to which Boo nodded, wanting now to play along.

"Sure..." she agreed before dashing over to the tree to open her gifts.

Tig and Boo spent Christmas morning opening their presents to one another, drinking eggnog and watching cheesy Christmas TV cuddled up under a blanket together, a box of Christmas chocolates between them.

For Tig, it was the best Christmas he'd had since his girls had been tiny, the next best thing to having them with him during the holidays.

And for Boo, it was the day that made her realise beyond all doubt that in Charming with Tig was where she was meant to be and that he was all the family she needed.