Dad and Linda were already up, surprisingly. "Mom, Dad, it's Christmas!" Phineas said as he and I ran up to hug them.
"Merry Christmas, boys," Linda said.
"Merry Christmas, Linda," I said back.
They were' at first surprised when they first got married, that I never called Linda "mom". Don't get me wrong, they didn't force me, but the were just surprise. At first it was because she wasn't my real mom, and since before they got married, I always called her "Aunt Linda" because Dad and her were such good friends. Then, when I got older and I wanted to call her "mom". I was so used to calling her "Linda" that I couldn't get off of it. Now they're not surprised at all and I call her Linda without even thinking about it. I do call her mom on occasions, though.
She smiled at me. She considers me her own son, too, since she was around when I was born. "Merry Christmas, Ferb," she said.
"When can we… uh… open the presents?" Phineas said, trying not to sound as greedy as possible.
Dad smiled. "How about noon, O.K.?" he asked.
"O.K.!" Phineas replied.
"Until then, you boys want some eggnog?" Linda said, taking some out of the refrigerator.
"Yes, please!" I said.
"And some no bake cookies?" Phineas asked.
"Fine, but not a lot," Linda said, smiling.
As we nibbled on our cookies and drank our eggnog, Phineas asked, "How did Christmas get started?"
Dad looked at Linda. "You've never told him the Christmas story?" Dad asked.
Linda shook her head. "No, what Christmas story?" she asked. My dad and I looked at her in disbelief.
"When was the first Christmas?" Phineas asked, trying to make his question simpler.
"It was between 6 BC and 4 BC," Dad answered, "Uh, Phin, how about Ferb tell you while I go tell your mother," Dad said, escorting Linda into their room.
Phineas turned to me after we were alone, "So, how did the first Christmas get started?"
Candace-I walked in the room just after Phineas said "started". "What are you two talking about?" I asked.
Phineas turned to me. "How did Christmas get started?" he asked. To tell you the truth, I didn't even know.
"Well, it all started between six and four BC," Ferb said.
Phineas go t so excited that he almost choked on his eggnog. "That's it!" he said, grabbing Ferb and me.
"What's it?" Ferb asked as we quickly got our coats on.
"You'll see," Phineas said. We all ran to the museum, after picking up a huge battery, and Phineas led us right to "Gadgets through the Ages". Phineas led us to the time machine and we all fumbled in. Phineas pulled the lever and soon we were in what seemed like one of those Christmas movies.
"Guys," Phineas said, "May I welcome you to somewhere between six and four BC."