White Christmas
Summary: A Christmas Story for all ages. (The Cold Family)
It was the night before Christmas.
Lisa grinned excitedly out her bed room window.
The frosted air snuck through the cracks as snow softly fell throughout Central City.
She could just make out the golden lights.
It was magical.
The five year old scrambled out of bed quickly.
Her bare feet and numb toes carefully touched the cold wooden floor.
Then she ran out and a few doors opened.
The tiny blonde girl jumped onto her brothers bed with a bounding cry.
"Lenny! Lenny! It's almost Christmas!"
She continued to jump on top of him excitedly.
The eight year old growled with his eyes closed, "Lisa..."
"Wake up!" Another small push.
Leonard Snart sighed unhappily at the loss of sleep.
"What?" He snipped, brushing long brown locks out of his eyes.
He sat up looking at his little sister.
She stopped bouncing and whispered, "Listen!"
Leonard's face twisted into annoyance but listened anyway.
"It's snowing."
Lisa's smile was missing multiple teeth, "Its snowing!"
Her enthusiasm out shined the young boys.
The bouncing continued.
"Yes, and you were supposed to be asleep five hours ago," Len glared.
But it soon melted away against the five year olds pout.
"Lenny...why do you not like Christmas anymore?"
He huffed, plopping back down underneath his blankets.
She took that as an opportunity to climb on top.
"Lenny!"
A long whine.
A muffled growl, "I like my sleep."
"Think of all the toys!"
The lump remained silent in response.
Lisa tried to climb in with him.
Their eyes met.
"...What are you doing?"
The pout came back again.
Her legs briefly whacked against her older brothers, "I'm cold!"
"Not my problem."
Leonard turned to face the moldy, white ceiling.
His scowl deepend.
She just snuggled in deeper.
The clock struck 11:30.
Lisa sighed happily as the snow began to fall heavier into glistening blankets.
Meanwhile the other Snart just thought how hard it would be for their mother to get to work in the morning.
Len had tried to scrape enough money this Christmas that the small blonde could enjoy it.
He refused to let any of the adults tell her Santa wasn't real.
She needed this.
That and it made her happy.
Even if it meant the loss of sleep, Len was willing to do anything for his baby sister.
But damn Lisa and her cold feet, he scooted over.
"What happened to your bed? Why mine?"
He knew he was complaining but this was hardly the first time the boy had awoken to her beside him.
She was snoozing softly.
Len's gruff exterior began to crack, he gently placed an arm behind her.
He decided to listen to the snow fall to the earth.
Bells in the city started to chime.
Another soft breath came from Lisa, "Merry Christmas Lenny."
He immediately looked over.
Then waited twelve seconds.
And then smiled.
"Merry Christmas, Lisa."