The First Day Of Christmas
Scrooge -
They always thought I would be hating on Christmas.
They always thought I'd be the one to give a 'bah humbug' and move on without a care.
I used to be that one.
I used to be the one that ignored the needy, spent my time locked away from my family, and didn't even have so much a sign that it Christmas in my manor.
Then there were Donald and Della.
Those two changed my life for the better.
I just...I didn't think it would be gone so fast.
The years whirled by in a series of small happenings before the worst event I could ever imagine.
Della was lost somewhere in the universe.
No one had been able to find her, but I never would even whisper that she was dead even though I knew it was true.
Donald started the yelling, he took the triplets away, and I had gone back to the 'bah humbug' Scrooge everyone had expected.
There was nothing I could do, so why try to do anything else?
Many Christmases I spent alone in my manor with Beakly, my housekeeper, and Duckworth, well, everyone knows about him.
Beakly soon took in her orphaned, young granddaughter much to my heart's dismay.
Every time I looked at her, I would be reminded of what I had lost.
How were the triplets?
When did they hatch?
Are they really here?
All three?
I had so many questions that would never be answered and I knew that.
Webbigal.
Webbigal was the name of Beakly's granddaughter.
Webbigal was only four years old at the time Beakly took custody of her.
Webbigal didn't understand, but yet she did.
She cried every night before I decided I would have to have my room moved to a different section of the manor.
I spent most of my time with Duckworth those days.
Duckworth was the only one who had such a keen sense of humor that I could actually be slightly happier around him.
Then, I suffered even more tragedy.
Duckworth has passed away.
The whole manor went silent after that.
More dust gathered in spots Duckworth would have never allowed since Beakly was busier with her granddaughter and training her.
The whole mansion was falling apart.
Why had all this been taken from me?
I never understood why it was that certain day.
I had just hired a new driver to shuttle me around to all my business meetings when I had seen a dreadfully familiar car.
Donald, my nephew, and all my grandnephews with him.
One, two, and three.
They were all here together.
From the looks of them, Donald has done a pretty nice job...that doesn't mean he got to drop them off with me to babysit!
If only I had known they would be the kids that changed my life.
If only I had known little Webbigal would be my honorary niece and actual family.
If only I had known I'd never have to spend Christmas alone, maybe, just maybe, I would have been a bit more accepting.
Scratch that; I definitely would have been more accepting.
No one replaces my niece, Della, but I'm finally joyful again with my true family back surrounding me.
A/N
Hey y'all! I know it's kinda short, but hey! I'm actually writing and doing a Christmas fic! Yay! Let's hope it works out! Reviews are very much appreciated. Thanks for reading!