A/N: This sorta followed my drabble about the hat... Umm... when you start writing Christmas stories in February, you know something's not right. Well, I already knew that, and my friends all knew I wasn't normal but I think this is the proof they need.

I on the other hand, don't think being different and crazy as your friends put it is that bad. Sure, you get your holidays mixed up a little, and go around for a day in May singing Christmas carrols none stop, and wishing people a happy easter in September, but what's wrong with that?

Prompt was Winter

There was one time of the year that Callen hated more then most. Well, okay, he hated all holidays, including his birthday – honestly he did not see the point – but this holiday in particular, he hated.

It was winter, so the weather was uncomfortably cold, rainy and often the skies quite dark.

At this time, you could see people being emotional wherever you went, you could see families "hanging out" together, when they normally hated each other and didn't want to be seen dead together. You had the decorations in each store, and the carols blaring over every radio and stereo system. Not to mention the costumes. All those fake Santas…

All that for what? Buying presents for your family? It would be fine, if you actually had a family and someone to buy presents for.

Callen had always been left out at Christmas, never being in a home long enough to be included on any Christmas list. He was never in a home long enough to be considered family, let alone anyone care about him enough to send him a present or card. The same went for his birthday… Although, Sam had promised him one this year… Speaking of…

"Hey G," the voice of his partner broke his thoughts, causing Callen to look up from his desk and see his partner, standing above him, casing a shadow in the light.

"It's Christmas eve!"

"Yeah? So?"

"What are you doing here?"

It was at that moment that the doors opened and the rest of the team walked through the doors, all chatting excitedly amongst themselves.

"Spending Christmas eve with the family G!"

Callen gave him a confused look, so he elaborated, or tried to, but Kensi beat him to it, bouncing over to the two agents. "Merry Christmas Callen," she bent down to give him a hug, which he returned.

"You to!" he responded warmly, pulling away when Nate handed him a beer.

"A beer? Nate, does Hetty know?" Callen asked, mildly amused.

"Indeed I do Mr. Callen," she responded, stepping from behind Nate. "And what is Christmas without a little alcohol?"

"Now, Mr Getz, let's start handing out presents shall we?" Hetty ordered.

Callen smiled and opened his beer. He had a feeling that for the first time, he was going to enjoy this holiday. The first Christmas he had ever spent with his family.