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"And so I'm offering this simple phrase

To kids from one to ninety-two

Although it's been said

many times, many ways

Merry Christmas to you."

- Mel Tormé & Bob Wells

Molly pushed her way through the Diagon Alley throng. "How could I have forgotten the most important thing?" she muttered, consulting the list she held grasped in her mitten-clad hand. It was an unseasonably cold December and she shivered despite the heavy, wool cloak she had wrapped around her. Her crimson hair which that morning had been plaited neatly behind her head, was now in disarray. She darted into the Spirits shop. The day had not gone well. For the first time, she was having the family over to her house for Christmas dinner and everything needed to be perfect. The morning had started with her oven on the fritz. Arthur had fixed it but she was not completely confident it would continue to work. The bathroom had flooded an hour later which, again, Arthur fixed but it had set Molly in a bad mood. Just as she was about to prepare the goose, she realized that she had forgotten the port she needed for the port glaze. She had also forgotten to get the cranberries for her Cranberry-Orange pudding.

She and Arthur had moved into their new house only a month and a half before. She had devoted all of her free time to making it into a little home and she thought, even with her somewhat meager funds, it had turned out rather nicely. It was cozy and clean, just the way she liked it. Christmas had seemed like the perfect time to show it off. Arthur's parents and one of his brothers, Ed and his wife Gloria along with their two children Megan and Elliot, were going to come along with her parents and two brothers. She had been planning the menu for weeks but cooking for a large group of people on her own was still a new concept. Her mother had always done it with such ease! There was nothing easy about it as far as she was concerned.

She grabbed the smallest bottle of port she could find and brought it up to the register. Once back on the cobblestones, she headed toward the grocery on the corner. Just as she was about to apparate home, she stopped in front of a large window display. It was a novelty store, full of muggle odds and ends. What caught her eyes was a box of small, oddly shaped things. They looked like little, metal rods. She didn't know quite why and she would rue the decision in the years to come, but she entered the shop and bought they little box full of "spark plugs" the shopkeeper had told her. She just knew Arthur would love them.

She hurried home, having lost a good two hours of much needed prep time. Arthur hadn't returned home yet. She had given him a long list of things to get including a Christmas Tree which, knowing Arthur, was going to take all day. It felt strange, not spending Christmas at her parent's house. The year before, she and Arthur had gone in between her parents' house and his. Now she was given the responsibility of creating new Christmas traditions. The food seemed as good a place to start as any. She set to work preparing the goose.

Arthur returned at well past seven. Molly had a plate of sandwhiches on the table and was busy decorating Christmas biscuits. He snuck up behind her as she was carefully pouring royal icing over a gingerbread snowman. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She jumped in the air and gave him a disapproving look which quickly softened. He looked so boyish, his hand-knit green scarf knotted around his neck, his cheeks, nose and ears bright red. "Happy Christmas Eve my love," he greeted, extending a large bouquet of red poinsettias.

"Oh Arthur, they're lovely!" She fingered them lovingly before grabbing a vase from the cabinet. "Did you get a Christmas Tree?" she asked, snipping off the stems and arranging them in the vase.

"Yes; it's outside. Should I bring it in?"

"Of course you should bring it in! What else would we do with it?" she asked giving him a strange look.

"Right, right of course. I've just never been the one to deal with the tree," he confessed nervously. Before she could say anything more, he ran back outside, reappearing a moment later with a tree that was quite a bit smaller than Molly had anticipated. "Do you like it?" he asked hopefully.

"Yes it's . . . lovely," Molly said, trying to sound convincing.

"I know it's a bit puny but it just looked so lonely there, sitting with all of the other trees not getting chosen. I thought it fit our little house." Arthur sounded so sweet and sincere that Molly's heart melted and she forgot about how small the tree was.

"I completely agree. It suits us perfectly!" she exclaimed, this time really meaning it. Arthur's face broke into a grin.

"I knew you'd think so. I'll set it up." Molly switched on the wireless to the Holiday station and went back to her gingerbread. She was suddenly overcome with an overpowering happiness. This Christmas was going to be perfect after all. Just as she finished icing the last gingerbread candy cane, Arthur finished setting up the tree. It was rather fitting in their small sitting room. He had stood it in front of the window.

"I'll get the decorations," Arthur said, running a hand through his hair distractedly. He came back a moment later with a large, green box. Molly had bought the Christmas decorations a month before and she was eager to open the untouched packages of fairy lights, strings of beads, Christmas ornaments and figurines. She retrieved a box of fresh garland she had purchased the day before from the hall closet.

The two set about decorating the small cottage. By the time they had finished, it was nearly midnight and the two were collapsed on the sofa. "I love this song," Molly murmured, nestling closer to Arthur.

"Me too," he replied, kissing the top of her head. "Would you like to dance?" he asked. She nodded sleepily. He pulled her up and twirled her around, encircling her with his long arms. Just as the clock struck midnight, as if by magic, it began to snow. Molly could see it from the window, through the branches of their softly glowing tree. Whatever happened next with the meal and the family didn't matter much at all because this was already the best Christmas Molly had ever had.

"Happy Christmas Arthur."

"Happy Christmas Mollywobbles."

A/N: So, it's November! I have started listening to Christmas music and wanted to write some utter fluff. I hope you enjoyed it! REVIEW!!!!!!!!