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Stefan looked at the box before him; long and rectangular with funny little penguins and polar bears on the front skating around a rather large Christmas tree. Numbers decorated the box in no particular order. He knew what it was, but… "Why?"
The eldest Salvatore grinned, a hat similar to that the Rat Pack wore tilted on his head. "'Tis the season," he sang. "Forgive ye enemies, drink eggnog, and all that."
Perking an eyebrow Stefan searched for the first number. "We haven't celebrated Christmas in a long time," he pointed out. Aha! He found the number one on a blue colored penguin's Santa hat, but resisted opening it. For all he knew an eyeball could roll out as soon as he pressed down on the pleated cardboard. "And the last time we did it didn't end all that well."
Damon smirked playfully. "Everything would have worked out if the cops hadn't crashed it." He twisted his lapis lazuli ring. "Open one," he urged. "It's just an Advent Calendar. Chocolate and little goodies," Damon seemed amused at the thought of the 'little goodies' inside.
With a sigh, Stefan applied pressure to the hat. The cardboard caved in and the vampire pulled it back up to see what was inside. Damon grinned. "What is it?" Stefan asked.
"What does it look like, little brother?" Damon retorted with a roll of his blue eyes.
"A button," Stefan replied looking at it curiously. It was an old Civil War one from a soldier's coat, but it wasn't rare. Lots of people found bullets and buttons in there backyards along the East Coast.
Damon clapped his hands slowly. "I'd hold on to that," he hinted. "You'll need it for later."
A.N.: Just a little Advent Calendar thing for you all. I'll post a nice little drabble for each day of December leading up to Christmas. :)
In my town in Virginia you can find a whole bunch of Civil War stuff in your backyard by looking under a rock. When I was kid, we used to think criminals lived in our home before us because we kept finding bullets and bits of broken glass, and claimed we saw ghosts of the people who were killed. All in a days fun.