A/N: The Tonks celebrate Christmas. Ted PoV. Tedromeda. This is not really part of the Countdown to Christmas Competition but I will put it in the collection since it's about Christmas.

Submission for:

The Marauder's Era Competition: Your character celebrates Christmas. Prompts: snow, cinnamon, Christmas tree, angel.

Challenge: The War of the Roses: Round One - Ted Tonks, Andromeda Black, Ted/Andromeda, dragon

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

"Merry Christmas, Dad," Dora said as she came around the back of my armchair and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Merry Christmas, my dear," I said. "I see you've finally woken up."

My little angel stuck her tongue out at me as she took her place on the ground among the presents, the cartoons of Christmas trees on her pajama bottoms matching the large one to her right.

"Merry Christmas, loves," Dromeda said as she walked into the living room carrying a tray of hot chocolate and passing one to Dora and then to me. I took a sip, marvelling at the lovely taste of cinnamon Dromeda always added to my mug. Heavenly.

Dromeda took her seat on the couch across from me and then asked Dora, "Are you ready to open your presents now?"

Dora nodded excitedly. "Yes, Mummy," she said as she grabbed one of the brightly coloured boxes towards her.

I smiled over at Dromeda while we watched our little girl open her presents. We couldn't afford much, there was just so much my salary could get us and Dromeda had been disinherited long ago, but we made the most of it and we tried to give our daughter anything she could possibly want.

"New mittens!" Dora cried, more excited than a seven-year-old should be at the prospect of getting clothes.

Dromeda laughed and said, "Yes, dear. I spent the whole week knitting them for you since your old ones were getting a bit ratty with how much you keep stretching them over her feet."

Dora grinned and said, "Then maybe you should have knitted me socks, Mummy."

"Look in the box," Dromeda said.

Dora's face and hair turned slightly pink as she pulled out the matching socks, the dragons blowing bright orange flames down to the toes.

After Dora opened the three remaining boxes (receiving a lovely book about dragons, a basket full of chocolate and a few trick wands from the joke shop), she pulled on her new mittens and socks and cried, "Can we go outside and build a snowman?"

I looked towards Dromeda, who nodded, and then said, "Sure, gumdrop."

Dora screamed as she ran back to her room to get dressed to go outside in the snow. I walked over to Dromeda and pulled her to her feet. She had an odd expression on her face so I asked, "What's the matter, dear?"

"Nothing," she said quickly, her eyes pointed in the direction of our little girl's room. After I gave her a pointed look, she sighed and asked, "I know we try but is it enough? Is there more we could give her?"

I knew what she meant. It was something we both often worried about, what life could have been like if things had been different, if things had gone as Dromeda had thought they would her whole life before she met him.

I placed a comforting hand on her arm and said, "We give her the best we can, and anything she wants, I will continue to try to keep the smile on her face." I leaned in, placing a light kiss on her cheek and added, "Both my girls' faces."

Dromeda smiled and put her arms around my neck. "I was so lucky to find you," she murmured against my chest.

I kissed her forehead and said, "And I you."