A/N: A drabble is a small look at a scene composed in 100 words. Because of that, this is the only "chapter" in this story, but I may yet explore more through another drabble in the future.
The fire was dying, crackling and snapping it's last few embers towards Regina's weary face. She held her crossed arms across her body, hoping to feel some warmth. Yet, none came. A last swig of wine from the bottom of her glass and she was ready to crawl into bed for another sleepless night.
"A very merry Christmas to me."
As she shuffled towards the staircase, a knock arose from her front door. She cocked her head, unsure of who would be visiting her today. She hurried to the door and cracked it open.
"Hey, mom. Merry Christmas!" Henry beamed.