Title: December
It was Charlie's favourite month of the year.
It started on the twelfth. Despite their lack of money when he was growing up, he had never once had a boring birthday. There had always been great food and a cake, and Aunt Muriel never came to visit.
Christmas Day was busy and hectic. They gave each other handmade presents and played Quidditch and stupid party games, then ate enough to feed an army and fell asleep in the afternoon. This was the only moment of peace, and as a child Charlie had always stayed awake to play with his new toys.
Charlie's very favourite day however, was Christmas Eve. There was something about the sense of anticipation that was even better than the actual thing.
