Every family celebrates Christmas differently. The Frumps, for example, have a big tree with lots of poky needles and pine cones that they decorate with black and white lights and black and white glass balls. The Addams's, however, prefer a different approach to the holiday. They get one of the enormous leafless trees from the forest and drag it inside where they children run circles around it tying the little black, orange, green and purple lights around the entire thing. Then they proceed to put glass bats, witches and cats all over the tree. The entire house is cover in black tinsel and Gomez hangs dead mistletoe in every door frame. The result is a cheery house for the Addams's.
"Morticia, are your relatives coming this year?" Gomez asked as he accidently hit his thumb for the thousandth time hanging the mistletoe while she delicately placed ornaments on the tree.
"No, they said they would be observing the holiday at their own home this year, Darling," she replied, stretching on her tip toes to place the shrunken head atop the tree. Lurch came around and lifted her up by the waist. "Thank you, dear," she said as he put her down. She stood back, admiring her handy work.
Gomez, who had finally managed to hang the last mistletoe, came to stand beside her, slipping an arm around her tiny waist and nursing his bruised thumb.
"Perfect, just like every other year," he said with a smile… but he wasn't looking at the tree anymore, he was looking directly at Morticia. She, on the other hand, pretended not to notice; walking over to one of the wall decorations she straitened the picture: a skeleton dressed as Santa Clause holding a string of Christmas lights. Gomez stood there, his lips puckered out for a kiss and his arms still where they were, about to encase her form. He watched her leave with his eyes only, realized she was standing hear a door, and crossed the room in two strides. Sweeping her up and onto the threshold, he maintained the dip and placed his lips on hers.
The kiss was sweet; it conveyed his excitement, her tolerance and both of their love. Someone cleared their throat. When the couple didn't break apart, they cleared it again. Finally they looked up to see Uncle Fester, holding Wednesday and Pugsly by the collars. Gomez, standing now and content for the time being with holding Morticia's hand, asked, "Where did you find them, Old Man?"
"Wednesday was packing her suitcase and Pugsly was finishing off a rocket!" Fester exclaimed in his squeaky voice.
"We were going to go to the North Pole to see if Santa Clause really is real and if he was as big as everybody says he is," Wednesday said, though she was only six and small for her age she was always the one coming up with the plan and doing all the talking. Puglsy simply did what she said, he was a brilliant boy, he just didn't want to disappoint his sister, and they were the best of friends after all.
"Oh, Honey, I promise you Santa Clause is real," Morticia said, going to her youngest child and taking her hand. She reached for Pugsly's as well and led the both of them over to her chair.
"We saw him once," Gomez added, following his wife and children over to his own chair, he grabbed a cigar and sat, motioning for Morticia to continue the story.