A/N: Fred thinks he's too big for such childish games with his family. Johnson-Weasley family. The Wesaleys and extended Weasleys are so cute to write family fics for. I do not own Harry Potter.

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Fred and Roxanne were sitting on the living room rug in front of the fireplace when their mum walked in with a large box. "Who wants to help me set up this year?" she sang.

Roxanne and Fred looked up at their mum and then each other before pointing a finger. "He does!" "She does!"

"I do!" their dad cried as he burst through the archway of the living room and gave his wife a quick kiss on the cheek. "Come on, Ange, we don't need those fuddy-duddies anyways."

Their parents then moved towards table by the window and began to unpack. Their mum first set up the stable to house all the animals, then their dad would take out each animal, make the appropriate noises and attack their mum's face before placing it in the proper place.

Fred stayed in his place on the ground, trying to ignore the laughter and excitement coming from them. "Baaaaaah Humbug!" his father teased while his mum tried hard not to crack a small smile. She snatched the sheep from him and placed it with the shepherds.

"They're so childish aren't they, Roxanne?" Fred said to his sister only to find that she had left her place on the rug and was standing between their parents, making frightened mooing noises as the cow she held flew through the air. Their dad was cowering under the mercy of the cow as their mum was sprinkling little bits of fluff onto the stable to mimic snow.

Fred rolled his eyes and stared at the fire, pulling his knees to his chest. They were acting like such children, it was embarrassing. But he shouldn't want to go over there with them. He was ten now, going to start Hogwarts next year. He was too big for such childish things.

Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned to his dad who was holding out a small figure. Behind him, the scene was finished except for one missing piece.

"You do the honours, Fred," his dad said as he led his son towards the window.

With a smile, Fred put the small baby in the little cot between its mother and father, thus continuing another Johnson-Weasley tradition.