PLEASE READ: ("Of Perfume, Liquor, and Baby Bottles" still has an epilogue left. I repeat, I still have the epilogue to complete on that one, but these drabbles are, of course, based on that fanfiction) Okay, so this is basically a compilation of various one-shots created from requests that you, the reader, would like to see. Feel free to send in as many prompt ideas as you like via reviews on here or if you follow me on tumblr, there.

I will be posting two drabbles a day (one in the morning and one at night) and if you've been following me on tumblr, there's a good chance you've already read many of these but hopefully I'll be posting some new material soon. This will most likely be the only author's note for this story as I would like to reserve bold type for the request and normal type for the drabble itself. Alright, now hopefully that sums up everything. I really hope you all enjoy these! Here comes the first request! -Jen


Elephantshooes requested: "To go with the spirit of the season, I'd love to see something about Olive's early Christmases :). I totally adore your writing!"

In his forty six years of life, never had his home reeked so much of pine needles and freshly baked dough boys and girls as it did now. Since the birth of their daughter, most Winter Solstice festivals were held in the Mellark home. Where Peeta could do all the baking and Olive could decorate all the cookies she wanted without getting microscope red and green sprinkles all over their house. But this year, Peeta and Katniss (much to his chagrin) had decided to travel to District Four to spend the holidays with Ms. Everdeen. Leaving Haymitch's home in the path of festive destruct courtesy of Effie and Olive.

He lay on the couch, watching in distaste as his five year old and her mother went about placing eccentric ornaments across the tree he had thrown his back out on cutting down. Reaching for his eggnog, he took a long sip, trying to ignore the fact Effie forbid any liquor in this year's batch. As he set down his glass, he happened to glance over just as Olive seemed to be trying to climb up one of the branches of the tree.

"Woah, woah, woah," he shouted as it began to lean towards her, threatening to fall. Jumping up much faster than he should at his age, he grabbed her and yanked her back just in time. "Be careful, kid! That could have hurt you!"

"Olive," Effie gasped, looking terrified. She had been oblivious to what was happening until she saw Haymitch leap forward and save their child from what would have surely ruined the Solstice."What have I told you about climbing on things inside of the house?"

"I was just trying to put the Mockingjay on top of the tree," Olive replied quietly, evidently ashamed at what she had done. "It was an accident."

"I know you didn't mean to do anything wrong," Haymitch sighed. "Why didn't you just ask for help?"

"I don't know…" Olive mumbled quietly. "Because I wanted to do it by myself."

"You still can place it by yourself, darling," Effie smiled, resting her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "But how about you ask your father to lift you up, hm? That way the tree doesn't go down with you."

Olive turned at once to look at her father. Haymitch exhaled, watching the small girl gazed up at him with hopeful eyes. She was manipulative, he'd give her that much. And cute. She would be his complete undoing if he wasn't careful. That was, if she hadn't already accomplished that. Taking another breath, Haymitch looked at her with pressed lips.

"Alright, kid," he breathed, placing his hands on her hips. "But try to put it on quickly. My back isn't what it used to be."

Carefully, he picked her up and held her towards the top of the tree. Olive seemed to study the top branch for a moment. Then, with precision, she gently placed the black mockingjay topper right where it belonged. Haymitch lowered her back to the ground and the family took a step back.

"It's beautiful," Effie exclaimed. "Absolutely breathtaking."

"Looks like an outfit you would have worn to one of the fundraisers during the Games," Haymitch muttered, which earned him a smack to the arm. "I mean, looks…Solstice-y…"

Olive smiled, looking to both of her parents. "It's pretty! Can we keep it up forever?"

Haymitch opened his mouth to interject when Effie grabbed his wrist. "Do I hear fellow carols at the door?" She let go and clasped her hands together. "Come Haymitch, Olive. Grab the cookies on the counter, you know how I love my holiday music."

Haymitch shook his head as he watched Effie and Olive hurry towards the door. It was going to be one hell of a holiday. Something he looked forward to ending very soon. And yet, even though he would not admit it out loud, a very small part of him would be disappointed without it. Taking his eggnog, he slowly made his way to the front door, hoping that Effie wouldn't get the bright idea of having their family do songs next year. He'd make sure to journey with the Mellarks to Four if that were the case. But for now, he'd just grin and bear it. After all, next year seemed like a lifetime away.