First Christmas
They spend the first Christmas—the happiest time—after the war, with their families.
That means, most people celebrate it in the graveyards, offering prayers, in wistful thinking, wishing for things that they know will never come true. They spend it with tears and with hope that they will see their lost family and comrades, if not soon, then later.
Christmas is about love and love is about sacrifices.
And as Shikamaru stands before the grave of his father, he focuses on the great things his pop did. And extending his hand, he reaches for his mother's hand.
Holding on tightly, he utters, "Oyaji loves you and me. He loves Konoha too. We will be forever grateful."
Yoshino squeezes her son's hand. "We mustn't let him worry about us then."
Shikamaru nods his head. It is then that he notices Temari, bearing a spray of flowers—a splash of colors amidst the somberness of the place. Pointing to the blonde woman walking towards them, he declares in a decisive voice, "Mom, there she is—my hope for the future."
"Then…" Yoshino glances at the approaching woman. "…this is shaping to be a great Christmas, son."
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A/N: I think last year, my Christmas fic was a little too sad. Hope this one's a little less sad :)
Yup, Happy Holidays, guys!