AN: Welcome to Have Yourself a Charming Little Christmas! This is a 12-day challenge, but I may definitely do more than 12. I am using prompts from Loboselina's 12 Days of Charming Family Christmas, but it's not a strict prompt list like the last and will take open prompts on this one so send them in and enjoy! This one is from the list. Snow notices, much to her amusement, that mistletoe keeps multiplying around the house. Takes place after the final battle. No Emma ships mentioned.

Have Yourself a Charming Little Christmas

Multiplying Mistletoe

The moment Thanksgiving ended, Snow started decorating for Christmas. For once, since the first curse broke, Storybrooke wasn't in crisis. And all the Christmas' before that during the curse, she had spent alone. So this year was extra special, for her family was finally whole and it was their son's very first. They had a version of Christmas in the Enchanted Forest called Saturnalia and it was celebrated around the same time each year, though in their Kingdom, it came without the sacrifice that was practiced in more savage Kingdoms. For Snow and David, it was a very different experience.

David used to enjoy the festivities and carnival in the nearest village where they had done their trading, but they never had much money to spend on gifts. Spending it with a mother that loved him though was enough

For Snow, it was always a lavish experience and celebration in her castle. It held some of fondest memories she had with her parents. So together, they had decided they wanted their children to know both. To have gifts and yet understand that the gifts weren't central to the celebration. That Christmas was about family and that every moment was special. That was something they wouldn't have difficulty conveying to Emma, for growing up without them had not yielded good Christmas experiences for her. And that was something Snow and David were determined to change.

So, of course, that started with an entire weekend of decorating their new farmhouse, inside and out. Decorating also meant cookies, eggnog and hot cocoa with cinnamon as well.

First, they tackled the outside of the house and Emma thought her father was a bit crazy when he brought home a truckload of lights, yard inflatables, and light up decorations.

First, he lined the driveway with light up candy canes, while she inflated the giant Snowman and put light up candles on their porch. Icicle lights twinkled from the awning over the porch and David wrapped rope lights around the large tree in the yard. She added her modern touch with a projector aimed at the house and David put lights on all the bushes.

As it started to get dark, Snow came out of the house with Neal bundled up in her arms for the big moment. Henry and Regina arrived about that time too, the latter carrying a lasagna for dinner.

"Did we miss it?" Henry asked excitedly.

"Nope, you're just in time, kid," Emma replied, as she put her arm around him, as they surveyed all the decorations.

"Well, if we have a power outage in town, we'll know why. I think all power will be going to this house," Regina joked.

"Is everyone ready?" David asked, as he plugged the final extension cord in and everything lit up. They watched Neal's little mouth open up wide in awe, as he babbled and pointed with his little finger.

"Well, no one will ever accuse you two of going overboard," Regina said sarcastically, though she had a smile on her face.

"This is awesome!" Henry called.

"Yeah...it's pretty great," Emma agreed, as she smiled at her parents.

"Let's go in and have dinner. I made a salad to go with lasagna. And Nealy and I have been baking cookies all day, haven't we sweetie," she cooed, as she kissed his little cheek.

"And then we can do the tree?" Henry asked.

"Sure thing kid, it's just waiting for us to decorate it," David replied, as they went inside. As always, they enjoyed dinner together and then the tree decorating began. Snow served Christmas cookies, the first batch of many they would enjoy, and hot cocoa. David lifted Henry up to put the star on top and Regina lamented that he'd probably be tall enough to do so on his own next year. And Snow held Neal, as she helped him put shiny ornaments on the tree. Once they were done, they lit the tree and stood to admire all their work.

"We did good," Snow mentioned.

"We did...but look up," he replied, as she noticed they were standing under some mistletoe that she didn't remember being there earlier.

"Mistletoe...well I certainly know what that means," she mused, as their lips met tenderly, again and again. And again.

"Okay you two, you can't stand under the mistletoe all night," Regina complained.

"Yeah, don't make us get the hose," Emma joked, as their lips parted and they shared a smile. Regina's comment was probably what gave her husband ideas about mistletoe.

Over the next week, she started to notice mistletoe popping up all over the place, always in places where Wilby couldn't get to it, of course. Or Neal for that matter.

Finally, the next Saturday morning, she caught her husband putting up another cluster. The ceiling fan in the living room had several bunches hanging from it. All the entryways too and a cluster above the sink in the kitchen. Now, he was putting up another on a hook above the mantel.

"So you're the reason the mistletoe keeps multiplying around here, as if I didn't know," she teased. He smirked and stepped down for the step stool, as she snaked her arms around his waist.

"I enjoy kissing you. It just seems like it should be everywhere," he replied, as she kissed him passionately.

"I happen to like it, not that I need a reason to kiss you," she said, as their lips met again.

"I'm glad you like it," he said with a coy smile. She cocked her head to the side and knew he had been up to something. She knew him better than she knew herself, after all.

"Charming...is there somewhere else I might find mistletoe?" she asked and he grinned contagiously.

"Well, since you mentioned it…" he said, as he took her hand and led her to their bedroom. Her mouth fell open, as she saw an entire bushel of it hanging from the ceiling over their bed.

"It's a good place to kiss," he mentioned and she giggled.

"Yes...yes it is," she agreed, as their lips met passionately again.

"Neal's asleep...maybe we should get started on all the kissing we need to do. That's a lot of mistletoe...and it has rules…" she purred. He grinned and shut the bedroom door, before sweeping her into his arms.

"I love mistletoe…" he said, as he carried her to bed.