...because nothing says "yay, it's nearly Summer!" like a Christmas chapter. Prepare to drown in fluff.
Christmas Eve
December 2020
"What the bejeezus did you get him?" asks Tray, as Luke wanders around the massive gift-wrapped box in awe. It's at least a head taller than the three-year old, and topped with an elaborate white bow.
"Please," Barney scoffs, then adds to Luke, "Gotta wait until tomorrow to open it, right bro?"
"Nooow!" Luke protests.
"But we need to wait for Santa to come bring you your other gifts, don't we Lukey?" Tracy points out, "Then we can open everything on Christmas morning,"
"I have more presents under the tree!" Penny declares, full of vindictive glee, "I got two from Grandad and Luke only got one,"
"That's enough, Pen," snaps Ted, before Luke can strop, "Christmas isn't about who gets the most presents,"
"Christmas totally is about who gets the most pres-"
"Barney, shut up,"
It's become a Christmas tradition for the whole gang to have a party on Christmas Eve, or the nearest day to it when everyone's in New York ("Christmas with our family who we like, before Christmas Day with our family who we don't," Robin sneeringly calls it). So, Ted and Tracy's house, which is a mess at the best of times and a green-and-red bombsite at Christmas, is currently overrun with hyperactive children ("Seriously, Barney, you have to stop smuggling them all that candy,") and harassed adults so exhausted they're in overdrive.
"Oh, I left that gouda in the kitchen, Marshall!" Lily realises abruptly.
"Dammit, we'd been saving that gouda," her husband snarls.
"We've got cheese," supplies Ted unhelpfully, "You know that horrible plasticky stuff the kids like on sandwiches,"
"Guys, I think there's enough canapés already," insists Robin drily.
"These are awesome, Uncle Ted," corroborates Daisy through a mouthful of mini hotdogs. She's sprawled on the floor underneath the Christmas tree with Penny, covering each other in stickers. Daisy's wearing one of Marvin's old Spiderman suits, and it's too big for her so although the chest's bulging with sewn-in muscles, the trousers are baggy. Plus, Spiderman is now covered in sparkly princess stickers and has three mini hotdogs stuffed in her mouth. Marshall has never seen anything more beautiful.
"Don't tell her there's more in the oven," hisses Lily, "I'm not spending another Christmas Day cleaning up that kid's puke,"
"Luke had an allergic reaction at a birthday party a couple of weeks ago," sympathises Tracy.
"'Llergic! Sick!" Luke yells, excited by the mention of his glorious projectile-vomiting performance.
"Yes, you were sick weren't you, sweetie?" Tracy adds.
"Thank God you don't vomit when he does," Ted shudders, "That would not have been pretty,"
"This conversation right here is the greatest advert against having children the world has ever known," Robin announces.
"You two don't have to deal with vomit? We know you were both wrecked after Thanksgiving,"
"Yeah cos Lily, there's this thing called leaving food in the oven until it's cooked," Barney snarls.
"And there's also this thing called being in your forties and not drinking like you're twenty-five anymore,"
"It was totally the meat pie," Robin scoffs.
"Exactly," her husband agrees.
"Nah, it was cos you went too heavy on the booze!" Marvin pipes up loudly and unexpectedly from where he's been hiding with Anna underneath the couch.
"My boy knows," Marshall nods proudly. Barney and Robin scowl.
Lily and Tracy enjoy watching how the five children divide themselves up. Sometimes it's boys/ girls, sometimes it's "the twins"/ the older ones, sometimes it's Luke and Daisy, the competitive gamers/ Marvin, Penny and Anna, the make-believers. Penny walks a tricky line between Daisy and Anna, who she both likes very much for different reasons, but who won't get on particularly well with each other. The three of them together always teeters on the verge of an argument- and when Daisy and Anna are fighting Penny's even more confused about whose side she should be on. But by now Marvin's developed a sixth sense about when his sisters are squabbling, so will rush in to break it up if needed. And since Daisy and Anna both adore their big brother, they'll shut up sharpish. Right now the youngest three have scurried upstairs, leaving Marvin and Daisy, Captain and First Mate of the gang of kids, to have important conversation with the grown-ups. Marvin's squished between Ted and Robin on the couch, and Daisy's on Ted's knee.
"Aw, I wish you two could have come to the play, it was so good," Marvin's enthusing happily to his Aunt Robin, "I told you I was Balthazar, right?"
"Yeah, you've told me a few times,"
"And my friend Zarik was Caspar and this boy called Aidan was Milky Way-ore,"
"Who?"
"The other king. I don't know, I can't say it properly. I'm always a king because I'm tall. Mom, how many years have I been a king in the nativity?"
"Oh, since Kindergarten. And we keep buying crowns," Lily says, half-wearily.
Daisy and Marshall meanwhile, are telling Ted about pizza place they went to on the way home from Daisy's Christmas basketball tournament.
"Dude, it was amazing. It was like if...if you ate the DVD of Field of Dreams, that's what this pizza tasted like,"
"What's a DVD?" Daisy pipes up.
"You sure that a DVD would taste like pizza?" Ted asks sceptically.
"If all the awesomeness in Field of Dreams was tomato, and the emotion in Field of Dreams was pepperoni-"
"And the cheese in Field of Dreams was cheese," Robin butts in. Ted, Marshall and Daisy glare at her. Marvin shrugs.
"If Field of Dreams was a pizza, Ted, it would have been this pizza," Marshall concludes. Daisy folds her arms and nods in confirmation.
"What film is Gazola's's then?"
"Oh, like, the original Star Wars trilogy plus deleted scenes and director's commentary,"
"I can't do this Star Wars talk without another glass of wine. Ted?" says Lily.
"More in the kitchen, I'm on it," he says, "Scootch, Daisy,"
Daisy slides onto the floor and Marvin follows her, leaving Robin to help Ted return a few empty plates to the kitchen. Everyone had assumed that Barney was upstairs with messing about with the younger three and Tracy, but Ted and Robin find him alone in the hall, surrounded by a pile of Christmas cards he's evidently knocked off the hanger.
"Look what I found!" he cries, thrilled, "Heather's card!"
"Oh dear God," groans Ted.
"Hark the herald angels sing, glory to the hot sibling! Hark look, Heather's card is here, I would do her up the r-"
Ted and Robin simultaneously punch him in the chest. Ted snatches the card.
"Alright, kidding," Barney sighs, then hisses, "I'd go reverse cowgirl,"
Ted wrestles him, pushes Barney's head down and runs his hand over the back of his head.
"What the hell are you doing?" Barney splutters, "We've already done this week's scalp check,"
"Looking for an off switch. I'm still not entirely convinced that you're not a robot droid sent from Mars to annoy us,"
"There's no off switch. I don't stop. I keep going aaall night. Tell him, Robin,"
"Yeah," Ted sighs, releasing Barney with a slap on the back, "There's no off switch,"
Once Ted's retrieved another bottle of red and hidden Heather's card in the microwave, they all return to the den, where Penny, Anna, Luke and Tracy have returned. Marvin and Anna have snuck under the couch again, whispering to each other and pretending nobody can see them. Luke's small for his three years of age, and seems to honestly believe that his Uncle Marshall is a giant. Instead of being afraid however, Luke sees Marshall as a moving playground, and is currently scaling his shoulders like a mountain. Marshall twitches every so often so that Luke slips, which makes the boy gasp, chortle, and begin the ascent again. Penny toddles over to join in, and although the Erikson three are used to climbing, wrestling and being thrown around by their father, Daisy hurls into the action as well, clambering onto Ted, hauling herself up onto the back of the couch and walking across it like a balance-beam.
"Careful," warns Ted, "We've had a couple of bumped heads in the past,"
"I am careful," Daisy shoots back, reaching the end of the couch and star-jumping off the end, landing in a crouch position on the carpet. "See,"
"Jesus, like a cat," Barney notes, scooping Daisy up and plunking her back on the back of the couch.
"My turn!" Luke shouts, treading on Ted's face as he climbs up to join Daisy "Watch!"
"Luke-"warns Marshall, and the three-year-old only makes it two steps before falling head-first off the couch and onto the carpet. He immediately bursts into tears.
"Aww, poor dude," Barney commiserates, kneeling down on the floor with the invalid, "That looked nasty,"
"Daddy!"
"Bump on your head, bro? You want me to kiss it better?"
Barney picks Luke up, presses his lips to the boy's temple and mutters, "It's okay, dude,"
"Daddy! Want daddy!"
"Luke, hang on a second- get off me, Pen," grumbles Ted, passing his daughter onto Marshall. He goes round to the back of the couch, where Luke reaches for him desperately, "Daddy! Hurting!"
"I know, I know, poor you. Were you being a little over-ambitious, though? D'you know what 'over-ambitious' means?" Ted asks gently, as Luke flops out of Barney's arms into his father's. Barney's face falls dejectedly.
"You need to be more careful until you're as big as your cousin Daisy, 'kay? Good boy. Here, let me see...oh, it's a huge bump. Going to have to take you to hospital," Ted jokes exaggeratedly. Luke raises a smile.
Daisy meanwhile, has crawled under the couch with Marvin, and is now kicking Anna out
"Don't push her," Lily chastises, "Anna was there first,"
But for once Anna doesn't retaliate against her sister, and rolls out from under the couch. Barney grabs her, lifts her up onto his hip and yelps, "Wanna dance, sweetheart? Penny, c'mere,"
Barney's not especially good at carrying wriggling two kids at once, but Luke not wanting him and shouting for Ted instead makes him eager to prove that he can be something for the kids. And drunkenly dancing to Christmas songs is one of his specialities.
While Barney's jigging around with the youngest girls, Ted's shutting Luke up and Daisy and Marvin and drawing patterns in the carpet under the couch, Marshall and Tracy are locked in 'Breakfast-Foods-Singing-Show-Tunes Christmas Edition'.
"O Come All Ye Grapefruits,"
"Frosty Flakes the Snowman,"
"Pannettone-Awards. Bit of Italian Christmas for ya there,"
"There's gotta be something we can think of for Froot Loops..." Tracy sighs.
Not riveting by the punning competition, Lily and Robin are fiercely debating if Manhattan does better burgers then Brooklyn. Due the fact that the Mosbys tend to have only a couch and two chairs in use, they're both perched on wooden garden chairs from the shed. Earlier in the evening he and Tracy had insisted that the guests sit on the couch and armchairs, but everyone's moving around and popping to the kitchen and coming and going from the kids so much, that the hosts have given up monitoring where everybody sits. Besides, Ted and Lily spent that first night in the apartment together, with no furniture whatsoever.
"Manhattan has Clarke's Burgers, and Minetta-"
"Yeah, but we have Dram Shop and Bill's and-"
"And about four thousand MacDonald's,"
"Pfft, Manhattan has thousands more MacDonald's than Brooklyn,"
"Yeah, but it also has some of the best restaurants in-"
"You're so into food now you're Mrs International News, you know that? You used to be happy with the MacLaren's menu,"
"You used to come to MacLaren's," Robin points out.
"Hey, we manage once a month," Lily protests. The six of them ensure that they have a group night back at their old haunt every four weeks. Living in Manhattan and not having children, Robin and Barney still hang out there together sometimes, but it isn't the same with just two.
"Yeah, and now we're not there every night Barney insists that we try out some of his fancy metrosexual banker places on the East Side,"
"We're gonna go play upstairs," interrupts Daisy's voice, and she and Marvin reappear.
"Anyone wanna join in?" Marvin adds.
Penny, Anna and Barney are in their little bubble, but Ted sees an opening to ditch Luke's clinginess. Putting him down on the floor, Ted tells him, "You go play with your cousins. Good boy, off you go,"
Ted gives Marvin a keep-an-eye-on-him look, and finally returns to the couch next to Marshall.
"Phew. Most accident-prone toddler in the world right there," he sighs.
"Yeah, cos you're the co-ordination king," Lily scoffs, "Remind me how we got that hole in the apartment ceiling?"
"It's a flail, Lily, it's designed the cause damage," Ted points out.
"Medieval skills!" Tracy chirps, high-fiving her husband.
"Next time the Renaissance Fayre's in town, I'll have your kids for the day and take them somewhere cool," Robin mutters. At that moment, Barney, Penny and Anna all burst into fits of giggles, evidently hysterical at something one of them has just said. They start whispering to each other gleefully, oblivious to everyone else.
"You know," Robin tells Tracy, watching them, "I've watched him fall head-over-heels in love with not-one-not-two-but-three girls in the past six years,"
Tracy shrugs, "He loves kids. He loves women. He loves our gang. Penny, Daisy and Anna a combination of all three of those. Plus, you two don't see our kids when they're throwing tantrums in Walmart or refusing to get in the bath,"
"And Penny and Anna agree with Barney that he's the greatest thing to happen to the human race," Robin sighs. He's smitten with them but they're spellbound by him right back. "I'm just gonna wait it out until they realise that Aunt Robin is, in fact, the coolest godparent around,"
"You know I saw you letting her have a sip of your wine earlier,"
Robin shrugs. "It is scientifically proven that children who encounter alcohol in the home when with supervising adults are more likely to drink sensibly when they're teenagers,"
"Ignoring the fact that you're starting to sound disturbingly like your husband, that's probably a correct analysis,"
"See? Remember who to thank when Penny's not in the ER or the police station in ten years' time," Robin says, clicking her tongue. Daisy tumbles into the room, panting excitedly.
"What are you up to?" Marshall demands in an exaggerated headmaster voice.
"Hide an' seek. S'there anywhere I can hide in here? Where's the best place to hide, Uncle Ted?"
"I know!" Penny shrieks, "Lemme show you," she twists in Barney's arms and, reluctantly, he puts her and Anna down. Penny grabs Daisy's hand and yanks her out of the room, chattering.
"Wait up!" Barney calls, and scampers after them. Robin waits a moment then concedes, "Alright, I'll play too," and follows. This leaves Anna behind to toddle over to Tracy, who pulls her onto her lap and strokes her hair. It's dark ginger and slightly wavy- very different to Penny's straight dark hair.
"Ted, did you get Cheerios?" Tracy remembers abruptly.
"Yup. Luke and I made the Santa Cereal while you were finding the Christmas plates,"
"What the heck is Santa Cereal?" Lily asks.
"You get cereal and you mash it up-" Ted explains.
"-and you mix glitter into it," Tracy finishes.
"And that's for Santa?" Lily asks.
"Yeah. Or for the reindeer. I'm not actually sure. We do cookies and sherry as well," Tracy admits.
"Anyway, you guys give Santa milk and lutefisk, so you can't talk about weird Christmas snacks," Ted points out.
"Proteins, Ted," Marshall points out, "How d'you think he got to be the big fat man with the long beard if he wasn't getting his Vitamin B?"
Another few more rounds of hide-and-seek later (involving a twenty-minute hunt to find Penny, who was wedged behind Tracy's easels in the basement) all the kids are back in the den and exhausted, and Tracy suggests that perhaps it's time for the party to come to an end and everybody to get ready for Christmas Eve (Barney opens his mouth to mention a favourite Christmas Eve tradition of his and Robin's, but the look Lily gives him makes him shut up sharpish). Lily heads into the hall to call a taxi for the Eriksons and a taxi for Robin and Barney. Although of course, no party ends right away, especially with five over-tired children to calm down. Anna's shoes have disappeared and Luke's getting crabby again, and there's all sorts of hugging and high-fiving to get through. Predictably Penny's upset to see everyone go, and predictably Barney is relishing in it.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, beautiful. I've got another niece and nephew who need me tomorrow. I'll call, yeah? Trace we'll call around seven tomorrow," He stamps a kiss on Penny's forehead. Robin catches his eye and gives him an irritated look. Yes, Barney's smitten by their cuteness, but he's also shrewd about these things, and in Barney's world other people's feelings always come secondary to his own vanity. Fawning over a girl all night and then playing the oops-sorry-gotta-go-cos-I'm-just-so-important card was always a favourite little game of his, but playing it A. When he's married, B. With a five-year-old, is weird. The most annoying part is that Barney only sees it as a pleasant ego-boost for himself.
"Want you to staaay, Uncle Barney!"
"I know, honey, I wish I could stay here with you, too," he pouts grandiosely, all cloying bluster and empty promises, "Hey, is that a quarter behind your ear?"
Yeah, Robin really can't wait until the kids get bored with the sickly magic of Barney's charm-offensives. She elbows him out of the way and tells Penny, "Be careful with your gift. I bought it in Houston, I'm sure you'll like it,"
"Don't want ever'one to go!"
"Yeah, well I don't wanna spend tomorrow at my mother-in-law's watching Miracle on 34thStreet. We all gotta do stuff we don't want to, Pen,"
"Okay, Mosby crew upstairs for stockings!" Tracy orders, but Luke and Anna are clinging onto each other fiercely. "Come on, or Santa won't visit," Tracy adds, prising Luke away from his best friend and picking him up.
Ted follows, passing Lily in the hall- she's still on the phone to the cab, but blows a kiss to Luke and Penny as they go past. Once they get upstairs, Ted and Tracy get the kids into their pyjamas and make them brush their teeth, and then Luke jumps onto Penny's bed so they can have their lullaby together.
"Do it Christmas, Mommy," Penny requests.
"What?"
"Do Christmas Vee 'n' Rosy,"
"Oh, that version?" Tracy remembers, "Hold me close and hold me fast,
The magic spell is cast
Tonight for Santa Claus' sleigh
Through the night the reindeer fly
And when you close your eyes
He will come down the chimney
Stockings, friends and lots of fun,
Today is almost done
Tomorrow's Christmas
And when you sleep angels sing from above
'Jesus in Bethlehem
Was born love us'
Sleep, and when you wake next morn
King Jesus will be born
And it is Christmas,"
"D'you come up with that on the spot or have you been practising?" Ted whispers.
Tracy's answer is to dump Luke into Ted's arms.
"Daddy's gonna put you to sleep now, Lukey. Say goodnight to Daddy, Pen?"
"Night,"
"Night, darling. Happy Christmas,"
Ted gives her a cuddle and carries Luke into his bedroom. As the youngest, Luke has the smallest bedroom, though thankfully he's too young to have started moaning about this yet. Ted turns the main light off and flicks on the Chinese style nightlight Robin bought Luke from Beijing when he was a baby.
"Show me the sky,"
In the last couple of week's Luke's been into looking at the night sky. He likes the stars and the moon, like the glow-in-the-dark stickers he has on his ceiling. Ted carries him to the window and holds him up against it, and they look out together into the Christmas Eve sky. Ted puts his nose to his son's hair.
"Where's the moon?"
"It's probably behind clouds right now,"
"Aaw," Luke groans, as if he's just been denied weeks' dinners.
Ted holds him there is silence for a couple more minutes. Luke gazes at the sky and Ted gazes at Luke. Then he softly says, "Sleep now,"
"'Kay," Luke replies. Ted puts him gently onto his bed and Luke carefully hangs his stocking onto the bedknob.
"Night, buddy. Merry Christmas,"
He kisses Luke goodnight, pulls the blanket up to his chin and leaves the room. He can hear Tracy and Penny chatting nextdoor- Penny likes to have a little quiet talk with Mommy before sleep, so Ted trots back downstairs. He passes Robin and Barney in the hallway, kissing sloppily underneath the mistletoe. She's got him backed up against the wall, stroking his cheekbone with her thumb and squeezing his back pocket with her other hand. Barney's got one arm around Robin's waist and the other hand tangled in her hair, and Ted can hear his soft, throaty moans.
"Get a room," Ted mutters. Without breaking the kiss, Barney swings a punch at him. Ted rolls his eyes and heads into the den, where Anna's dozing and Marshall's struggling to wrestle Daisy into her coat.
"Arms in. No, straight. Come on Day,". But she's tired and floppy and not co-operating. Marvin's already bundled up and is cuddling Anna, while chattering animatedly to Lily.
"And we need to do the cookies for Santa, and do we have enough lutefisk? Mom, did you find my green sweater for tomorrow? I don't mind wearing the red one, but it's kind of small now. I asked Grandma for a new one, d'you know if she bought me it? You can tell me if she did, Mom, it's basically Christmas Day right now,"
Over-tired verbaldiarrhoea, Lily mouths to Ted.
"Yes, finally!" Marshall cheers dramatically, having succeeded in getting both Daisy's arms into her coat sleeves, "One zip to go!"
A few minutes later when Tracy's returned from her hat with Penny, and Lily gets the text that the cab's arrived.
"Team, let's move," Marshall orders, shooing Daisy into the hall and taking Anna from Marvin.
"Ewww! Kissing!" Daisy shrieks on walking into Barney and Robin in the hall. Barney reluctantly peels his eyes open. Robin gives him a final peck on the lips and lets him go. Daisy's still gaping at them, appalled, so Barney barks, "Quit starin', kid. Race ya to the cabs!"
He wrenches the door open and dashes out of it with Daisy.
"Hey, you never say anything when Mommy and I kiss! And we're your parents- when do we get an 'Ew'?" Marshall calls after her, then turns to Ted, "Isn't the point of being a parent to embarrass your kids by being all yukky with your wife?"
"Apparently our esteemed Sherbatsky-Stinsons are more yukkily in love than we are," says Ted, "How's about that, Scherbatsky?"
He grins at her.
"Yeah, but parents kissing is all lovey-dovey yukky. This-" she points to a couple of bite-marks on her neck, "Is hot-passionate-rough yukky,"
"You can't give each other hickeys under mistletoe!" Marshall chides, "Jees, can't you two leave some things romantic?"
Robin's about to argue that love-biting under mistletoe counts as kind of romantic, but she's interrupted by Marvin piping up, "What's a hickey?"
"Let's get you in the car, champ," Marshall declares, prodding Marvin to the front door.
"But Dad, what's-"
"Oops, Daisy left her hat here!" Lily interrupts, "Marv, go outside and give it to her- and don't you dare ask Uncle Barney that question,"
Marshall shoves the hat into his son's fist, shoos him outside and cringes at Ted and Robin.
"You think that's bad- Penny asked me a couple of weeks ago why I had a packet of balloons in my bedside drawer," says Ted with a wince.
"Oh my God, what the hell did you say?" gasps Lily.
Ted looks at the floor and mumbles, "I told her it was for a surprise birthday party,"
"Oh, Teddy Boy," Robin scoffs.
"Hey! I'm prepared. And I seem to remember you and lover-boy having to borrow protection from me once or twice when we lived together in Manhattan,"
"Guys. Three-year-old," Marshall points out, still holding Anna.
"Save all your tales of debauchery until they're teenagers, at least," Lily adds, "Anyway, we shouldn't keep the taxis waiting, gotta get this lump to bed,"
She reaches over to ruffle Anna's hair, pulls Tracy, Ted and Robin into a hug, and Marshall goes with her out onto the pathway, where Barney is desperately holding Marvin back so he doesn't beat him to the taxi, which Daisy's leaning against the cab and giggling, while Marvin guffaws, "Lemme go!"
Back inside, Robin stands in front of Ted and cups his face with her hand. Tracy notices that Robin and Ted have abruptly becomes very serious with each other
"Merry Christmas Ted,"
"Merry Christmas, Robin,"
Her hand drifts down from his cheek to his shoulder, and they hug tenderly. Tracy's very rarely seen them like this act around each other- usually it's banter, ribbing and 'remember that time when...'. Tracy wonders if something special happened between them the Christmas they dated, or one of the Christmases they lived together. Ted's perfectly comfortable explaining his eight-year on-again-off-again relationship with Robin (although honestly it's so long and complicated that Tracy sometimes gets the dates and details confused, and anyway it hardly comes up anymore), although Tracy isn't sure if she wants to leave this Christmas thing was private between Ted and Robin.
When, finally, all the guests are out of the door, Ted sighs, "Phew," and sinks wearily down onto the second-to-bottom stair.
Tracy sighs, resting her back against the door. "Now I remember why we usually do this Christmas Eve thing at Marshall and Lily's place,"
"But no crises this time, right?"
"You're going with crises, Mosby? Crises?"
"What, you think it's crisises?"
"Crisi?"
"Oh God, I'm too tired for grammar right now,"
"You? Who are you and what have you done with Ted Mosby?"
"Trace, it's ten o'clock on New Year's Eve,"
"Christmas Eve,"
"Oh, now you're correcting me," he scoffs. Tracy rolls her eyes good-naturedly, and they lapse into silence until-
"Hey,"
"Hmm?" he asks.
"Look up," Tracy tells him.
Ted smiles at her. "Mistletoe,"
"Yyyup. Come on," She stands up, holds her hand out to him and pulls him to his feet. Tracy snake her arms around Ted's shoulders.
"Christmas Eve," she mumbles.
"Can you believe we have Christmas Eve parties with our family? You, me, Luke, Pen. I'm so-" his lips brush hers, "I'm so happy this happened. That-" kiss- "This is us,"
"Mmm," Tracy agrees, "Happy Christmas, Ted,"
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