As this is a post-Tokyo fic, the Syaoran who's POV this is in is 'Real' Syaoran. Enjoy!
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It was almost perfect.
Syaoran's eyes wandered around the darkened room, taking in the preparations they had made. They had studied various pictures of this "Christmas", and gotten considerable help from Mokona, and the result was quite the display of holiday cheer. A Christmas tree, strung with lights, a little wilted and crooked. Tinsel from wall to wall. A plate of milk and cookies, for the mysterious "Santa", Kurogane insisted would murder them in their sleep. All the residents of the house were asleep, or would be, once he turned in.
Everything was so normal, you'd think any family had set it up; a fairly incredible feat, considering they weren't any sort of 'normal' family. And yet...something was off.
His gaze fell upon the stockings over the fireplace. Each with a name, each waiting to be filled with gifts for that specific person. Five of them.
Five...
That was it. Gently, from their box of decorations, Syaoran withdrew the missing piece. He smiled, fingering the soft fabric, before hanging a sixth stocking next to the others. Next to his. It had no name on it; there was no need. He knew.
As he exited the room at last, to let sleep have him, he looked back at the stockings, with sad eyes.
"Perfect.", he whispered.
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I think it's safe to assume who the sixth stocking is for. I miss him too. :/
Merry
Christmas to all.