A/N- This begins my collection of Christmas oneshots for the holiday season. Some will be specifically Christmas, although some might just be more general like ice skating or something. It just depends. And then some might be songfic oneshots. Basically, I didn't want to spam the MTR section with a million different holiday oneshots, so I thought I'd just group them all together. Thus: Celebrate Love, inspired by the beautiful song by Jordan Pruitt.

This first story is all about Franny and Cornelius and is pretty fluffy so I hope you enjoy : ) Oh, and I don't really know who took all the "pictures" mentioned at the end of the story but let your imagination run wild. I could imagine Lucille being camera happy or even Franny asking Carl to record the entire first year for them or something :P

Christmas For The First Time

"It's absolutely beautiful," Franny sighed and leaned her head against her husband's chest, his arm around her as they stood admiring the grand Christmas tree in the foyer of the Robinson mansion. "I don't think I've ever seen a more perfect Christmas tree in my entire life. It's so perfect," she sighed again.

"No, it's not," Cornelius' words caught Franny off guard and she pulled away a little to look up at her husband questioningly.

"What do you mean it's not?" Franny was almost hurt by her husband's words. This was Cornelius and Franny's first Christmas together as man and wife and it was their first time decorating a Christmas tree as such. For Franny, it was meant to be a sentimental moment, but here her husband didn't share the sentiment of it.

Cornelius only laughed his usually handsome geek of a laugh, making Franny more furious. She pulled away completely, turned her back on him and crossed her arms. "Just like when we were teenagers," Cornelius laughed again as the sight of Franny throwing a temper tantrum reminded him of their younger days. "True, mom and dad were nice enough to let us share this moment all to ourselves. Yes, it's a memory to be cherished. And I admit that we've made the tree absolutely beautiful with only our four hands and two hearts."

"But it's not perfect?" Franny asked defensively, still refusing to look at the man behind her.

"No, it isn't," Cornelius answered. "And you know that this time I'm the one who's right."

This was enough to fuel Franny's temper and sent her spinning around to glare at her husband, but her face melted when she saw Cornelius holding a beautiful ornament. The ornament showed a girl bent forward, holding a frog behind her back and a boy bent forward in the same fashion, holding a science beaker. Their noses were touching and their eyes closed and they were surrounded by a beautiful heart made of rose quartz that had the words painted in a gorgeous off white: Our First Christmas 2020. "Oh, Cornelius! It's so…" suddenly her face wrinkled in annoyance. "That was very mean and deceptive and…oh it's beautiful!" Franny couldn't be angry at him and she threw her arms around him.

"So are you," Cornelius smiled and pulled her closer for a kiss.

"I have a feeling our first Christmas will be wonderful," Franny whispered, overwhelming joy present in her voice.

"Only because I get to share it with you."

"That deserves another kiss," Franny smiled a coy smile and followed through.

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"It's so cold," Franny hugged her arms which were already enveloped in one of Cornelius' alma mater sweatshirts. She moved her fuzzy socked feet faster to get to where her husband was making hot chocolate for the both of them.

"I guess it's a little nippy," Cornelius shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He was casually dressed in a pair of jean shorts that went to his knees and a simple white t-shirt. Franny looked him over unbelievably ending at his bare feet and felt a cold chill wash over her. Cornelius saw her jerk slightly and chuckled.

"Nippy? I'm dressed in this and I'm still cold," Franny hugged her arms again, rubbing them for friction and heat.

"I guess I just don't get cold easily. If you think this is cold, you wouldn't have lasted five minutes on my family's vacation in the Swiss Alps. Oh and I don't even want to think about the year with the blizzard," Cornelius responded as he handed Franny her cup of cocoa.

"Oh yeah," Franny shivered at the memory as she grabbed the cup. "That winter was horrible. Didn't you say you got stranded with your best friend?"

"Yes, I did. Let's just say, it was a long Christmas."

"A cold Christmas?" Franny asked playfully before blowing some of the steam from her hot drink so that she could take a sip.

"Yes," Cornelius answered with a laugh. "I admit that it got pretty cold. But I know how to cure your problem."

"What do you mean my problem?" Franny set her cup down and looked at him curiously.

"Your cold intolerance," Cornelius answered as if it was the most common knowledge.

"Well, you could start by turning the heat up," she said sarcastically as she went over to one of the thermostats and read the temperature.

"Nope, something better," Cornelius had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He set his cup down and ran and scooped Franny up in his arms.

"Cornelius Robinson, put me down this minute!" Franny shrieked. "I'm warning you…where are you taking me!?" Franny asked as they headed toward the front door. Cornelius opened the door and Franny felt the cold wind hit her face. "Put me down!"

"Okay," Cornelius dropped Franny softly in the snow.

"You are so sleeping on the couch for this. It's freezing out here. I'm not even in a coat! If I get sick from this, you'll be sorry!" Franny spouted threat after threat, complaint after complaint. She picked herself up quickly and brushed herself off.

Franny began trudging past Cornelius angrily, but he stopped her. "No, don't go. Look, there's an outline of an angel in the snow!"

The excitement in Cornelius' voice was so convincing that Franny forgot her fury for a moment and turned to look where her husband was pointing. "What are you talking about? All I see is where you dropped me in the snow like a madman!"

"Are you sure? Because I see the outline of an angel," Cornelius said again.

"What?" Franny looked at Cornelius, then to the spot in the snow and then back at Cornelius. Suddenly she realized what he meant. Her eyes softened and she forgot all about how upset he was with him. "You do realize that it doesn't even slightly resemble a snow angel don't you? Or do you need stronger glasses?"

"Only if they make glasses that cure the eyes that are blinded by love. To me it looks like the most beautiful angel I've ever seen." There was no lie in Cornelius' eyes or voice and Franny could once again tell how much he loved her.

"You just make it so impossible for me to stay mad at you, you know that," she said as she wrapped her arms around him and looked up into his eyes.

"Well, you had the right to be mad I guess. After all it is cold out here, and I really don't want you to get sick," Cornelius said, meaning it from his heart.

"Don't worry," Franny smiled and buried her head into his chest as she hugged him like a little girl would hug her favorite doll. "I'm not cold anymore."

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"You gotta get up, you gotta get up, you gotta get up, it's Christmas morning," Cornelius whispered in a sing song voice directly into Franny's ear.

"What?" she asked groggily as she stirred a little. Suddenly, her eyes opened wide and she sat up as quick as she could. "It's Christmas morning!" She grabbed Cornelius' hands and began bouncing up and down on the bed like a little girl. "It's Christmas morning," she said, this time with so much giddiness that Cornelius couldn't help but laugh from how beautiful she looked even now acting like a child.

"Not just any Christmas morning," Cornelius said with a smile.

"Our first Christmas morning together," Franny filled in the rest with even more enthusiasm. "So what are we waiting for!?" Franny threw on her robe and slippers and grabbed Cornelius' hand to drag him out to open presents. However, as they got to the door, he stopped, planting his feet firmly and spun her back towards him for a kiss underneath the mistletoe that hung above their bedroom door. "I hope that wasn't my Christmas present," Franny said with a harmless sarcasm after they parted.

"Why? Did you get me the same thing?" Cornelius asked with a playful grin.

"Not exactly. But if that's what you wanted, I can easily take back the other gift," Franny teased.

"No, that's okay. I'll deal with whatever you got me."

"Come on, you," Franny laughed and they ran hand in hand to where other members of the family were already beginning to gather around the Christmas tree exchanging presents.

"You first," they said simultaneously and then laughed.

"I really want to give you yours first," Cornelius said in an almost child-like pleading tone.

"Okay," Franny giggled at her anxious husband as he found his gift and gave it to her.

"To my snow angel," Franny read aloud. "Aww…that's so sweet. Now I feel bad ripping it all up."

"But you have to!" Cornelius exclaimed, causing Franny to giggle again.

"Relax, honey. Of course I'm going to open it up. But first…" she ran to the kitchen and found a safety pin in one of the storage drawers and then returned.

"What's that for?" Cornelius asked in bewilderment.

"You'll see." She took the pin and carefully cut away the area with the tag, removing it in the shape of a heart. "I'm not ripping this part," she said with a smile and then set it and the pin down. She then proceeded to remove the wrapping paper from the rest. It revealed a beautifully bound memory book. The cover was blue decorated with sparkly snowflakes. In the middle was an inset image of Franny's and Cornelius' Christmas photo that they had sent to friends and relatives. Beneath it read Winter Dreams 2020. "It's beautiful," Franny ran her fingers over the words in awe and then moved them to open the book to the first page.

"Our first kiss beneath the mistletoe," Cornelius commentated, seeing that Franny was speechless. The page showed a hologram of the memory: Franny standing in a beautiful evening gown beneath the mistletoe, a smile on her face followed by Cornelius joining her, dressed in a suit with a crooked tie. Franny straightened the tie and then moved her hands around his neck as they shared a loving kiss.

Franny turned the page and this time it revealed a memory of the first time they were able to go ice skating: Cornelius was tripping over himself, his height and lack of experience making it appear it was awkward for him to be on the ice. Franny held his hand, helping him around the park's outdoor rink. Suddenly, Cornelius reached over and swept her in his arms, proving he was definitely an able ice skater. He whirled her around as she held on by his neck. "You're such a romantic," Franny smiled at the memory before turning the page again.

Franny continued turning the pages, revealing page after page and memory after memory. She smiled as she saw their first snowball fight, the first snowman they had made together, the first time they had gone sledding, their first time decorating the house…all finally as husband and wife. As she saw it all, Franny couldn't help but remember all of the years as a little girl she had dreamed of being Mrs. Robinson and now she was celebrating her first Christmas as such. "This is so beautiful. My gift will seem so silly compared to this."

"I highly doubt that," Cornelius assured her. "I'm not allowed to consider any of your gifts to me silly until we've been married for at least ten years."

"Is that so?" Franny asked with a slight laugh.

"Mm-hmm," Cornelius smiled. "It's in the rule book or something." He grabbed the present that Franny was now handing him. "To my frog prince," Cornelius read, followed by a nerdy smile. He loved how Franny always referred to him as her frog prince since she was so obsessed with frogs. He grabbed the safety pin and copied Franny's earlier actions, cutting out the tag area in the shape of a heart before unwrapping the gift. "It's not silly!" Cornelius exclaimed as he opened a box and pulled out a very long, white lab coat. He slipped it on, immediately loving the way it fit.

"I thought it was time that the best inventor and scientist in the world have his very own lab coat," Franny said, admiring how he looked in it.

"I love it! I guess I've been so busy with getting Robinson Industries off the ground that I never thought to buy one," Cornelius opened it up and inspected the inside, his eyes resting on an inside pocket. There, sewn on the front of the pocket were the words You Have My Heart. He read them and then looked at her with a face filled with love. For her birthday he had given her a locket that had the same words engraved.

"Every time you read it, I want you to remember that you'll always have my heart," Franny said. She took her hand and closed his jacket so that she could rest her hand on his heart. Cornelius then realized that the placement of the pocket was also directly over his heart.

Cornelius grabbed Franny's hand and moved it so that he could place a kiss on her fingertips. He then grabbed the two hearts they had cut out. First, he used the pin to put two small holes in each of the hearts, causing Franny to gasp just a little. He then removed a hook from one of the unimportant ornaments and put the hook through both of the holes so that they hung together. He handed the newly made ornament to Franny who smiled, her eyes sparkling, and placed it on the highest branch that she could reach. She then stepped back beside Cornelius, who wrapped his arm around her as they admired the symbol of their love for one another. "You know," Cornelius said tenderly, "I've always known about the joy of Christmas, the wonder of Christmas, the beauty of Christmas. But right here with you, it feels like I'm celebrating Christmas for the first time."