A/N: Okay, so now that this chapter is brightly revised and arranged, I'm posting it. Also, since I'm Brazilian, I'm trying really hard to find all the information on the web, but I might get something wrong, so please don't be mad, it's hard finding this kind of thing. Also, my traditions are quite different from the US traditiond, so there are some things that I have never heard of.

Again, a shout to bertie for being an angel, so understanding!!! And a big big thanks to goldpiece for suggesting some of the things I included in this chapter!!! Your ideas were really great!!! So keep them coming!!!

Disclaimer: Don't own Bones.

Twelve days to Christmas... later that day...
Getting the tree inside the truck Booth borrowed from his uncle George was relatively easy since some of the workers helped, and the short trip back home was pleasant as Brennan and Parker talked animatedly, the child bombarding her with questions about a variety of subjects.

Whoever thought that getting the eight-foot Scotch pine inside the house would be a piece of cake was wrong. Very wrong. Brennan held the pine near the top and Booth had a death-grip on its base, both of them panting as they crossed Booth's driveway.

"Booth, if you drop this tree on me, I swear I'll shoot you," she said, her hands sore from the friction of the needles digging into her palm.

"Don't worry, Bones. Let's just concentrate on getting this tree inside," he said, nodding his head to the side as he directed her, since her back was turned to the door. Parker watched from the lawn, his amused giggles carrying across the street.

When Brennan first succeeded on getting herself across the threshold, she sighed in relief. Until she realized that the lower part of the tree was wider than the doorway. "Great," muttered Booth as he pushed the tree harder. It didn't go in, so he pushed harder and harder.

But he miscalculated his strength and pushed too hard, causing the tree to shoot through the door and knock an unsuspecting Brennan flat on her ass. The sound of something breaking carried through the living room.

Booth's eyes went wide as he placed the base of the pine tree on the floor, crossing the room towards his partner in seconds. "Bones, I'm so sorry, are you okay? Are you hurt? What's broken?" he asked hurriedly, his hands roaming her body as he looked for injuries.

She smiled, stilling his hands with hers. "I'm fine, Booth, I just landed on something." She reached behind herself and brought a red Christmas ornament in her hand. Booth breathed a sigh of relief, standing up and pulling Brennan with him, Parker's giggles once again filling the room.

"Okay, so… let's get this thing up," Booth said, taking the tree in his hands while Brennan pushed hard with him. After a lot of panting from Booth and a few suggestive moans from Brennan, the tree was standing tall and proud on his leaving room floor.

"Decorations!" exclaimed Parker, kneeling on the floor as he searched through the many boxes, scattering the different Christmas ornaments over the floor.

Booth laughed, taking one more glance at his son as he turned towards the kitchen, Brennan one step behind him. "He's great, Booth," she said, watching as he crossed the kitchen to take two large bowls in his hands.

"He is, isn't he? He has so much of his mother," Booth said, and her eyes were impossibly soft as she gazed at him.

"I see a lot of you in him," she said, earning a big grin from him as he walked towards her.

"You think so?" he asked, knowing that she would never be less then honest with him.

"Yes," she whispered gently. His eyes thanked her, trying to convey just how much that meant to him. A noise from the living room demanded his attention, and he reluctantly broke away from Brennan to see what Parker was up too.

"Hey, bub, what are you doing?" he asked, watching as his son now had every single ornament out of its box.

"I'm ready, daddy. Put on the songs," he said, swaying his arms to make his point.

Brennan smiled as she watched them, taking the bowls from Booth's outstretched hands before he walked towards the radio. She walked over to the couch, frowning as her eyes fell over the contents of the bowls: popcorn and cranberries. Just as she was about to call Booth, the stereo came to life and the first lines of Jingle Bell Rock began to play.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring
Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun.

She laughed as Booth and Parker sang along, the little boy up and dancing awkwardly out of synch with the beat while Booth mouthed the words as he walked back to her.

"What am I supposed to do with this, Booth?" she asked loudly to get through to him over the music and Parker's off key singing.

"You've never done this before?" he asked, taking something she couldn't see from his pocket as he placed the bowls by her side on the couch.

"Not really. What is 'this' that I haven't done before?" she asked, eyeing him suspiciously as she tried to figure out what she was supposed to be doing. Eating?

"You have to string them up, you know, like Christmas lights?" he said, giving her the object he was holding. Only then she realized it was a roll of dark green string and a needle. "Do you want me to do it?" he asked.

"No," she replied quickly, touched that he was sharing one of his traditions with her, "I can do it. So… is there specific order in which I have to string them?"

"No, just do it the way you like best," he said, with a grin before walking towards his son and joining in with the singing.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time
Dancing and prancing in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air.

Both Parker and Booth were enthusiastically singing as Brennan first began her DIY Christmas ornament. Adjusting the string through the needle, she eyed a cranberry severely before stabbing it with the needle, a satisfied smirk on her lips as she pushed it over the string. Not so tough now, huh?

As she continued to stab alternate popcorns and cranberries, her lips were moving along with the song as she watched Parker dancing while placing the ornaments over the needles of the pine tree, laughing as his dad tickled him when they both tried to put a bauble on the same branch.

What a bright time, it's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time is a swell time
To go gliding in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock

Brennan pierced her finger a couple of times when she got distracted by Booth and his son, and she sucked gently on the small wound, smiling as they were both now singing in a over the top, theatrical manner as the song reached its end.

Mix and a-mingle in the jingling feet
That's the jingle bell,
That's the jingle bell,
That's the jingle bell rock.

She laughed, forgetting about the little sting on her fingertip as the CD changed tracks and began playing Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. Parker, who was concentrating again on the ornaments happily bounced up and down as Booth sang loudly to one of their favorite songs.

You know Dasher and Dancer
And Prancer and Vixen,
Comet and Cupid
And Donder and Blitzen.
But do you recall
The most famous reindeer of all?

Both sang off key, putting on the ornaments as Brennan watched, amazed with the similarities of their actions as they both danced while singing louder then the CD itself.

"Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer," Booth sang.

"Reindeer," completed Parker, jumping up and down.

"Had a very shiny nose," his father sang again.

"Like a light bulb," Parker pitched in, giggling as he danced.

Brennan couldn't help but laugh fondly as Booth looked over at her, grinning with happiness. This was a very special moment, as even she could see, and he was sharing it with her.

"And if you ever saw it," Booth sang, placing a tiny bear wit a Santa hat over one branch.

"Saw it," sang Parker, jumping towards Brennan as she laughed loudly when he pulled her to sway with him.

"You would even say it glows," sang Booth as he reached a hand out to Brennan.

"Like a flashlight," sang both Parker and Brennan as Booth picked Parker up, swaying the boy as he held Brennan closer, wanting her to be and feel like a part of this. His Christmas.

"All of the other reindeer..."

"Reindeer!"

"Used to laugh and call him names," sang Brennan, this time along with the music.

"Like Pinocchio," contributed Parker, opening his arms for Brennan to hold him.

"They never let poor Rudolph," sang Booth, watching Brennan balance his son on her hip as she danced with him, and all kinds of feelings took over him.

"Rudolph!"

"Join in any reindeer games," Brennan sang along, taking Parker's hand in hers as the boy laughed loudly, a delightful sound to her ears.

"Like Monopoly," he called, giggling as his father tickled his sides.

"Then one foggy Christmas Eve, Santa came to say," they all sang loudly, each on a different key.

"Ho ho ho..." Booth added in his best Santa voice.

"Rudolph with your nose so bright, won't you guide my sleight tonight?"

"Then all the reindeer loved him," sang Booth, ticking Brennan this time.

"Loved him," she sang, laughing as she walked out of his fingers' range.

"And they shouted out with glee," sang Booth, taking his son from her arms.

"Yippee!" Parker yelled, clambering on the couch.

"Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer," sang the adults and the child added again.

"Reindeer!"

"You'll go down in history!" sang Booth, taking Brennan's hand as he pulled her closer, dancing with him.

"Like Columbus," finished Parker, dropping himself on the floor as the last notes played. "Let's do it again," he asked, not minding the fact that even he was exhausted.

Brennan just shook her head with a smile, extracting herself from Booth as she perched herself on the couch to finish her 'work'. As the more calm lyrics of White Christmas began to play, Booth and Parker managed to finish their decorating before both looking at Brennan expectantly.

"Where are the lights?" she asked, frowning.

With a smile, Booth took a bag from the side of the couch. "I bought new ones today, since this morning I was detangling the old ones and someone tried to help," he said, looking down at his son with a playful mad expression.

"But isn't that a good thing, that he helped?"

"Oh, he helped, alright… With a pair of his scissors."

Brennan laughed at that, accompanied by both Booths and she stood up. "Alright then," she said, lifting her 'art' off the couch as she eyed it analytically.

"Let's get your crafty handiwork on the tree, Bones," Booth said, taking the string up as he and Parker rounded the tree with it before finishing the decorations with the lights. When all that was left was the family angel, Booth lifted his son onto his shoulders. With his small fingers, Parker placed the angel in the top, proud of his own work as his father lowered him back to the floor.

"So, what do we do now?" asked Brennan, dropping herself on the couch.

"We watch the lights," said Parker as he ran out of the room.

Seizing the opportunity, Booth reached beside the couch and took a red wrapped box, placing it on Brennan's lap. "For you," he said, and she was wide eyed as she looked at him.

"It's not Christmas yet," she said, confused with his early present.

"It's not your Christmas present; it's just something I wanted you to have," he said, slightly shy as he was sure his cheeks were pink.

She smiled, taking the wrapped paper off slowly as she lifted the lid. Inside, there was a collection of small angels, all made of delicate crystal. "Booth…" she whispered, not sure of what else to say, overwhelmed by his gift.

He took her hand in his, squeezing it as he looked at her. "Just in case you decide to get a tree," he said, letting go of her hand when Parker reappeared, carrying his large yellow Sponge Bob blanket.

Brennan brushed away the small tears that had gathered in the corner of her eyes, smiling as Parker turned on the tree lights and turned off those in the living room. Sitting on the couch, the little boy snuggled against Brennan's side, draping his blanket over the both of them to keep her warm as well. Booth smiled, sitting beside his son and pulling him closer, draping the big blanket over himself as well.

In the relative darkness, Booth could see all the different emotions playing over his partner's features as her face glowed red, yellow, green and blue with the tree lights. Trying to reassure her, he reached a hand over the top of the couch, seeking hers. Seeing the emotions on his softly lit face, she reached out and laced her fingers in his.

The quiet tune of Silent Night played on the stereo, but they weren't listening. As they sat there, warm and safe with Parker securely snuggled between them, they had only each other in mind, the warmth of their hands reminding them that no matter what they were never alone. Not anymore.

Many people suggested caroling, so there it was, and I hope it was good for you!!! So, what other activities can BB still do until Christmas? Any ideas, let me know!!! The clock is ticking and the big finale is coming!!! And, as always, don't forget to leave a review!!!