Author's Note: The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear. So SING ALONG :D
I do not own rights to Harry Potter or any of these great Christmas songs. They all belong to their respective owners and singers and companies and all that merry stuff.
Songs: "It's Beginning to Look a lot Like Christmas", "Jingle Bells", "Jingle Bell Rock", "Rocking Around the Christmas Tree", "Deck the Halls", "Frosty the Snowman", "Winter Wonderland", "Let it Snow", "Sleigh Ride", "Here Comes Santa Claus", "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer", "Santa Claus is Coming to Town"
"Sirius..."
"Mrph."
"Padfoot, wake up."
"I'mnoasleep..."
"Padfoot, come on, look outside?"
"Mmmrph."
"Padfoot, it's snowing!"
"WHAT? It's snowing!" Sirius raised his head and immediately regretted it. His head was spinning and nothing around him had a clear focus; the lights in this place was too bright. Wait, where was he again? Is this how James saw then he didn't have his glasses on?
"Mr. Black!"
Oh, right, Transfiguration.
"Sorry, professor..."
Sirius waited a moment to steady the dizziness in his head and then with a furtive glance at McGonagall, peered out the window.
Snow was indeed falling down in fluffy bunches. Some of it was landing on the windowsill so they could see how it was beginning to pile up. Outside Sirius could see the green trees covered with white and the mountains in the background completely obscured. Every time Professor McGonagall turned away from the class, heads turned to stare, mesmerized, at the weather before snapping back to her when she faced them again.
A few minutes later the bell rang but McGonagall held them back.
"Wait a moment!" Groans, groans everywhere. "I know how much all of you love the snow, and I know what a joy the Christmas season is," she said, surveying them through her square-shaped spectacles. "However, that is not an excuse to slack off and neglect your studying. This is your N.E.W.T. year and you all better remember it. All right, dismissed."
The seventh years jumped out of their seats and bolted quickly for the door. Outside, they burst into excited chatter.
"It's snowing!"
"Gryffindor snowman contest!"
"I make the most boss snow angel you've ever seen."
"I think I'm skiving off Herbology tomorrow to go sledding."
"Oh, how I cannot wait for the holidays," Sirius sighed dreamily as they passed handrails covered in tinsel and couples kissing under mistletoe the second the plant is hung. They entered the crowd of students trying to push their way into the Great Hall and once they were in the doors they looked up and saw the ceiling mirroring the snow outside, falling juuust low enough before it vanished that they could almost touch it.
Also twinkling around the House tables were most of the twelve traditional Christmas trees; clearly Hagrid had not finished lugging them all in yet, but somehow the absence of a few still didn't take away from the magic of the holidays.
"Boys," Sirius said, heading for a vacant spot on the benches, "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas."
"Huh?" Peter said, sitting across from him.
"I said...It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere you go! Take a look in the five and ten glistening once again - with candy canes and silver lanes aglow!"
"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas," Remus sang. "Toys in every store! But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be on your own front door!"
"A pair of hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots is the wish of Barney and Ben," Sirius sang, pointing directly at a pair of twin Hufflepuffs.
"Dolls that will talk and will go for a walk is the hope of Janice and Jen," James replied, nodding at a few giggling Ravenclaws.
"And Mum and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again," Sirius added before the entire Gryffindor table began to sing the same tune.
"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere you go!"
"There are twelve trees in the Great Hall - some on the grounds as well - the sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow!"
"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas; soon the bells will start!"
"And the thing that will make them ring is the carol that will sing right within your heart!"
"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas; soon the bells will start!" the entire Hall sang.
"And the thing that will make them ring is the carol that will sing right withiiiiin yoooour heart!" Sirius finished, and everyone began to eat their lunch with grins on their faces.
After lunch was over, the Great Hall slowly emptied as more students went to their classes but most of the seventh years had a break. During this time, Hagrid was due to continue bringing in Christmas trees and the prefects and Heads were supposed to decorate and supervise decoration. Remus, as a prefect and James, as Head Boy, had to stay and help out, so Sirius and Peter decided to stay as well.
All was going quite well: teachers who didn't have classes were twirling their wands in the air to decorate the trees with various baubles and tinsels and toppers. Prefects were hanging stockings around the Hall for extra Christmasy decoration, and there was hardly a person in the entire room who wasn't in a good mood. There was much whistling, excited chatter, and even caroling going around. Sirius heard a few distinctive tunes:
"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way!" many of the sixth year girls were singing. "Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh, hey!"
The sixth year prefect boys were trying to distract them (or attract them, it was hard to tell) with songs of their own.
"Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock," they sang, "Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring. Snowing and blowing in bushels of fun, now the jingle hop has begun!"
The girls retaliated, "Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh, over the fields we go, laughing all the way, ha, ha, ha!"
The boys, "Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock, jingle bells chime in jingle bell time, dancing and prancing in Jingle Bell Square, through the fro-"
"Bells on bob-tail ring, making spirits bright, what fun it is to laugh and sing a sleighing song tonight!"
"What a bright time, it's the right time to rock the night away! Jingle bell time, it's a swell time to go riding in a one-horse sleigh."
"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh, hey!"
"Giddy-up, jingle horse, pick up your feet, jingle around the clock!"
"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way! Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleeeeiiighh!"
"Mix and a-mingle in the jinglin' feet! That's the jingle bell, that's the jingle bell, that's the jingle bell rock!"
"Woah, jingle bell battle," Sirius said from where he was leaning on the wall next to where Remus, James, and Lily were decorating one of the trees.
Lily glanced over at the sixth years. After a pause, she said thoughtfully, "I bet we could do better."
The Marauders glanced at each other and grinned in agreement.
"One," Lily said, "Two...three..."
"Rocking around the Christmas tree, at the Christmas party hop," all five of them sang in unison before they each broke off.
Sirius sang, "Mistletoe hung where you can see, every couple tries to stop!"
Remus continued, "Rocking around the Christmas tree, let the Christmas spirit ring."
Peter followed, "Later we'll have some pumpkin pie and we'll do some caroling!"
Most people in the hall turned to look; some of the sixth years had resentful looks on their faces because clearly this had been their Christmas song battle. However, they were promptly ignored when James and Lily sang the next line together.
"You will get a sentimental feeling when you hear, people singing let's be jolly, deck the halls with boughs of holly!"
Before they could all rejoin in merry Marauder unison, however, they were interrupted by a very gruff voice continuing the song for them. They jumped in alarm and looked over to who was singing -
It was Hagrid. "Rockin' around the Christmas tree, have a happy holiday! Every'un dancin' merrily 'n the new old-fashioned way!"
The hall was silent for just a second as everyone exchanged a confused glance, but then they chorused, laughing, "You will get a sentimental feeling when you hear, people singing let's be jolly, deck the halls with boughs of holly! Rocking around the Christmas tree, have a happy holidays! Everyone dancing merrily in the new, old-fashioned waaaaaay!"
Snow was piling up on the Hogwarts grounds a foot high and counting and half of Hogwarts felt a strong twinge of desire to go out and make a mess of it. There was something beautiful about the fresh, unblemished layer of white laying across the undetectable grass as a white sheet that's ever-growing...but in the minds of the students, there was something even more beautiful about throwing snowballs at windows and making tracks in the pure snow and leaving two hundred snowmen all over the grounds having staring contests until they melt away.
As most of the students were pulling on their gloves and cloaks to prepare for the bitterly freezing air they were about to meet, they trilled a cheery tune that resounded to all corners of the castle.
"Deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
"'Tis the season to be jolly, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
"Don we now our gay apparel, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
"Troll the ancient Yule-tide carol, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!"
Students began following each other out of their common rooms and down the moving staircases, singing all the way, some of them arm in arm with loving anticipation of going outside now and the upcoming Christmas holiday.
"See the blazing Yule before us, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
"Strike the harp and join the chorus, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
"Follow me in merry measure, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
"While I tell of Yule-tide treasure, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la."
In cloaks of black greatly contrasting the pearly white outside, the students pooled out into the grounds, finding spots of interest and preparing to run for them with their friends.
"Fast away the old year passes, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
"Hail the new year lads and lasses, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
"Sing we joyous, all together, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!
"Heedless of the wind and weather, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!"
Kids and teenagers from all seven years began to run around the grounds, some of them to engage in snowball fights and others to make snow angels or go skating on the frozen Black Lake. The seventh year Gryffindors, including the Marauders and all of Lily's friends, however, headed for a relatively secluded spot near the base of Gryffindor Tower.
Lily's friends decided to break away, as they wanted to go skating across the thick ice covering the lake. Lily, the Marauders noticed, chose instead to go for a walk by herself.
"So, what should we do?" Peter said eagerly. "Enchanted snowball fight? Muggle snowball fight? Mixed enchanted and Muggle snowball fight?"
"Snow angels!" Sirius shouted and purposefully fell backwards in the snow only to wave his arms and legs and make a very mediocre snow angel.
"We should go sledding," James said, eying a very appealing hilly area near them.
"Snowman!" Remus said, and fell to his knees to start rolling a ball together.
"Snowman contest!" Sirius yelled, jumping up and hurrying to try to make a ball faster than Remus could.
"Hey, no magic!"
"Too late!"
"Sirius!"
For about half an hour (after Remus successfully confiscated Sirius's wand on account of 'inappropriate usage with intention for misdeeds and mischief') the Marauders toiled away until there were four lumpy and misshapen snowmen standing a few feet away from each other. If Sirius's had eyes, it would be glaring at Remus.
"Now can we make one with magic?" the Animagus dog muttered, snatching his wand out of Remus's hand when the latter held it out with a smirk.
"Fine," Remus said before an idea dawned. "We'll make...oh, I know! Have you guys ever heard of Frosty the snowman?"
"No," the other three murmured.
Remus lifted his wand and began to magically roll balls into what was clearly another snowman. "Well...
"Frosty the snowman, was a jolly happy soul, with a corncob pipe and a button nose and two eyes made out of coal! Frosty the snowman is a fairy tale they say, he was made of snow but the children know how he came to life one day."
Remus conjured features for their snowman, which the remaining three Marauders immediately began putting on. Remus kept the snowman's top hat to hold himself.
"There must have been some magic in that old silk hat they found, for when they placed it on his head he began to dance around!"
With a flick of his wand, the snowman began a strange legless dance that caused the boys to jump back.
"Frosty the snowman was alive as he could be, and the children say he could laugh and play just the same as you and me.
"Frosty the snowman knew the sun was hot that day, so he said 'Let's run and we'll have some fun now before I melt away! Down to the village with a broomstick in his hand, running here and there all around the square saying catch me if you can.
"He led them down the streets of town, right to the traffic cop, and he only paused a moment when he heard him holler 'Stop!'
"For Frosty the snowman had to hurry on his way, but he waved goodbye saying 'Don't you cry, I'll be back again someday.'"
Sirius was standing beside their own personal Frosty, and Remus was surprised to see that his eyes looked sort of misty. "That's...so sad..."
Remus blinked. "Padfoot, it's just a song."
"I know, but those poor children..."
"...It's okay, Padfoot."
The Marauders continued to roughhouse for some time with their magic snowman and Sirus's misty eyes and eventually began pelting snowballs at each other and having snowman contests. Meanwhile, a certain girl their age with red hair contrasting with the white backdrop with tremendous intensity walked by, smiling slightly at the boys' antics.
Lily loved playing in the snow just as much as the boys and girls around her, but something about this snowfall just made her want to take a long walk and admire the true beauty of the holiday season. Gift-giving, caroling, the twinkling decorations and the pine smell of the fresh trees...and, of course, the light snowfall that eventually led up to the foot of snow she was walking in.
She looked up at the roofs of the castle, at the mystical Black Lake with the Giant Squid slumbering. The Forbidden Forest, looking more peaceful than she had ever seen it. Laughing kids and snowballs flying everywhere, noisy features that she promptly tuned out.
"Sleigh bells ring, are you listening," she whispered to herself. "In the lane, snow is glistening. A beautiful sight, so happy tonight, walking in a winter wonderland.
"Gone away is the bluebird. Here to stay is the new bird. He sings a love song, as we go along, walking in a winter wonderland.
"In the meadow we can build a snowman, then pretend that he is Parson Brown." She glanced at the Marauders - first at them, then at their snowmen, then at James. "He'll say, 'Are you married?' We'll say, 'No, man! But you can do the job when you're in town...'
"Later on, we'll conspire, as we dream by the fire. To face unafraid, the plans that we've made, walking in a winter wonderland..."
She kicked a little snow and watched it fly up before falling back down into an uneven pile. Swinging her arms a little, now realizing that she hadn't dressed warmly enough, she tried to keep herself warm.
"Sleigh bells ring, are you listening, in the lane, snow is glistening. A beautiful sight, so happy tonight, walking in a winter wonderland. Gone away is the bluebird, here to stay is the new bird...he sings a love song...as we go along...walking in a winter wonderland..."
Lily walked on, freezing but unable to look away from the marvelous snowy mountains and covered trees.
It was very late that same day, the day before most students would be taking the Hogwarts Express back to King's Cross to spend the holidays with their families. Many frolickers had already gone inside, but the Marauders lingered outside with a hazy idea of making an enormous army of snowmen to guard the castle from any evil that might try to attack it. By the time that Lily, who had also remained outside, approached them after her long stroll on the grounds they were building what they called the 57th Scotland Division.
Peter, who had run up to the dorm an hour previously to fetch writing utensils, was marking down Sirius's dictations.
"This one is Colonel Sal T. Snowman."
"Salty Snowman?"
"Don't you dare make fun of the colonel's name, he was named for his grandfather, who also happens to be serving in the snowman army."
"I don't have any records of any other Sal T. Snowmen," Peter said, scanning over the list in the little light that he had from his wand and from the half moon.
"Well, check again! 42nd corps!"
As Sirius and Peter argued about the existence of a Mr. Sal T. Snowman, Remus and James were responsible for magicking snowmen fast enough to keep up with Sirius and Peter and conjuring them their makeshift military uniforms.
James was busy smoothing out the stomach of what would probably become something silly like General Tayce T. Snowman when Remus nudged him with his elbow and pointed several yards away. James immediately noticed the silhouette of someone facing away from them, staring over the mountains and craning her neck to look at the bright moon and the fresh appearances of a lot of stars. He realized very quickly that it was Lily.
"I, er -" he stammered, looking away quickly and focusing too intently on his snowman. "Didn't realize she was still out here."
Remus rolled his eyes. "Go talk to her."
James ran a gloved hand through his hair. "She sort of looks like she wants to be alone."
Remus chuckled, and knelt down to begin brushing off Tayce T. Snowman. "And that sort of argument is exactly why you're not going out with her yet."
"I'm over that, Moony. I'd much rather help make snowmen armies."
"Yeah, maybe, as much as Sirius is a chihuahua and werewolves are gentle."
Remus watched James walk away as Sirius shouted, "Hey, where are you going? We still need twenty more troops! Irresponsible bugger." Remus chuckled as he began to create more snowmen.
Some ten minutes later when it was even darker, James and Lily began walking back to the castle together, but Sirius was enforcing that they needed to stay and continue the army.
"Dedication, Moony! You'll never be a good soldier and you'll never make good soldiers if you don't have dedication!" When Sirius noticed James and Lily, he shouted over to them, "Hey, wait! What about the men?"
"Give 'em a peptalk while I'm gone!" James called over his shoulder, and then said something else Remus couldn't hear. As James walked away, Remus heard Sirius muttering, "Why do these men have no dedication to the fine craft of building the strongest army Hogwarts will ever see?"
They stayed outside for a while longer before Sirius decided to "give the troops some rest" (although Remus thought Sirius was just pretending he wasn't freezing). Eventually, they too followed James and Lily inside, found seats at the Gryffindor table for the feast, and ate too much too quickly to satiate their sudden hunger. Eventually, they trekked up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room and threw themselves in luxurious armchairs by the fire. They sat there for a while, too tired even to go up to bed.
It wasn't for several minutes that Remus opened his eyes and glanced at Sirius. What he saw was strange: Sirius seemed to be saying something with his eyes unfocused and staring at the fire, but no words were coming out. To be honest, it was really weird.
"Er...Sirius?" Remus said quietly, staring at his friend. Peter perked up slightly at this noise and looked from Remus to Sirius.
Sirius continued to wordlessly move his lips.
"Sirius?"
Suddenly he began to actually speak. Or...sing.
"Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful...and since we've no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow."
Remus relaxed in his chair, convinced his friend hadn't gone insane or horribly sick from the many strenuous hours they spent outside. Somewhere, he heard the portrait hole open, but he didn't care until a voice responded to Sirius.
"It doesn't show signs of stopping, and I've brought some corn for popping from the kitchens, the lights are turned way down low...let it snow, let it snow, let it snow."
Sirius perked up as he turned and saw James walking toward them holding a bowl of popcorn kernels for effect.
Remus smiled at Sirius's excitement of seeing his best friend and joined in.
"When we finally say good night, how I hate going out in the storm; but if you really hold me tight, all the way home I'll be warm!"
As if on cue, the three sitting Marauders stood and James put his popcorn down and they all joined in a sort of weird brotherly eight-armed hug.
"The fire is slowly dying," Peter said.
"And my dear, we're still good-bye-ing," Remus chimed.
"But as long as you love me so," James sang.
"Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow," Sirius chorused, and they all began to laugh.
It was finally the day that Hogwarts students would be heading home for the Christmas holidays. They got up at the crack of dawn to throw last-minute things they would need in their trunks before saying goodbye to their dormitories until 1978. Some people were giving gifts to their friends now, some were hugging and doing some last-minute under the mistletoe kissing, but one thing that almost every student did the same was load their trunks and bags into moldy-smelling thestral-drawn carriages that would lead them down to Hogsmeade Station.
The four Marauders, who were all staying behind at Hogwarts for the break for their last Christmas together, went outside with the rest to say good-bye to some friends and watch the carriages leave (Sirius claimed he only went outside to keep an eye on his snowmen and to see if any Slytherins tried to sabotage them, in which case he would immediately proclaim them Death Eaters working for Voldemort).
At one point during the farewells, Lily, whom Remus noted seemed to have a bad cold, ran up, hugged James once, waved at the rest of them before jolting off to her carriage. James, with a slight blush and a grin, saw his friends looking at him and said quietly, "I'll tell you later."
Slowly but surely the carriages began to hobble on their way down the path to Hogsmeade, and Sirius, in a sudden outburst of spirit - and somewhat out of nowhere - began to sing.
"Just see those thestrals jing-a-ling, ring ting ting-a-ling, too," he sang, "why yes it's lovely weather for a carriage ride together with you! Outside th-"
"No!" Remus said suddenly, holding out his hand. "That doesn't make sense, you can't just put wizard words into a Muggle Christmas tune, I -"
"Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling yoo-hoo, come on it's lovely weather for a carriage ride together with you!"
"Thestrals don't 'jing-a-ling,' Sirius!" Remus shouted, throwing his hands in the air in frustration. "You can't -"
"Don't be such a stick in the mud, Moony," James mused. "In fact...Giddy-yap, giddy-yap, giddy-yap let's go - let's look at the show - they're riding in a wonderland of snow."
"Thanks, Prongs. And yeah, Moony, giddy-yap, giddy-yap, giddy-yap it's grand, just holding your hand - they're gliding along with the song of a wintry fairy land!"
As Remus looked like he was about to throw something and Sirius's inappropriate changing of Muggle songs, the same tune began to come from the carriages, where the hundreds of students were all singing in unison.
"Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy cozy are we, we're snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be!
"Let's take the road before us and sing a chorus or two, come on it's lovely weather for a carriage ride together with you!"
For the next few days, the Marauders walked around the castle, perfected the army, snuck down to Hogsmeade a few times through secret passages, and occasionally Remus could even get them to study. The castle was nearly empty, emptier than it had been in Christmases past: the war was raging outside the protective walls of Hogwarts and of course families wanted to spend as much time together as they would in case something happened. It was lonely sometimes, but it was nice having the Gryffindor common room almost empty all the time.
On Christmas Eve night, they found themselves in the same place around the roaring fire of the scarlet and gold common room, each occupying a comfortable, plush armchair and relaxing in the warmth of the huge flame before them. They had been talking for hours, just talking, about stuff, everything, and nothing, and they never seemed to run out of things to talk about. Eventually, as to be expected, Sirius grew somewhat bored of this, and requested they do a different thing.
"Hey, guys," he said, with his feet on the table in front of him. "Let's Christmas carol."
They all looked at him. Eventually, Remus said, "Okay, go ahead. But sing it right, this time," he added sourly as an afterthought.
Sirius grinned with a carol in mind. "All right, Moony. How about...
"Here comes Dumbledore, here comes Dumbledore, right down Dumbledore Lane." Remus rolled his eyes. "Flitwick and Slughorn and all his teachers pullin' on the reins! Bells are ringin', first years singin', all is merry and bright, so hang your stockings and say your prayers 'cause our presents come tonight!"
"You can't...ugh," Remus sighed, and leaned back in his chair, before popping up again with an idea. "Fine, Padfoot. If you can't sing it right, then I will.
"Here comes Santa Claus here comes Santa Claus right down Santa Claus Lane, he's got a pag that's filled with toys for boys and girls again. Hear those sleigh bells jingle jangle, oh what a beautiful sight, so jump in bed and cover your head cause Santa Claus comes tonight!"
James and Peter were laughing at their friends bickering. Sirius leaned back in his chair with a "Hmmm..." before he sat up again. "Fine, I have another one.
"You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen. But, do you recall the most famous reindeer of all..."
Remus smiled at this childhood song, glad that Sirius wasn't naming off Santa's reindeer with names of people he knew. He was about to sing along, before Sirius threw him off by jumping out of his seat, and singing:
"Potter the red-nosed reindeer had a very shiny nose!"
"Oh, no." Remus rubbed his eyes.
"Wait, what?" James said.
"And if you ever saw him, you would even say it glows! All of the other Marauders used to laugh and call him names; they never let poor Prongsie join in any Marauder games!
"Then one foggy Christmas eve, Dumbledore came to say -"
"HO, HO, HO!" shouted Peter.
"Potter with your nose so bright, won't you be Head Boy tonight? Then all the teachers loved him, and they shouted out with glee -"
"YIPEE!"
"Potter the red-nosed stag-deer, you'll go down in history!"
Remus, trying to hold back his laughter, said, "Sirius, no more Christmas carols."
"Don't be ridiculous, Moony."
"I'm not be. You're ruining the spirit of Christmas."
"I am not!"
Too tired to try to win the argument, Remus shook his head, smiling, and leaned back in his chair again.
They remained silent for a long time before Sirius's voice made them all jump.
"God bless ye merry hippogriff let nothing you dismay-"
"NO!" shouted Remus, jumping out of his seat. "I'm going to bed! Merry Christmas eve!"
When he was out of earshot, Sirius turned back to James and Peter and said, "What a scrooge."
"Bah humbug!" Remus's voice shouted from the boy's staircase.
The other three boys shortly went to follow Remus up to the dormitory before too long. With nothing else to do, they all crawled in their own beds, turned out all the lights, and sat their under the covers, probably too excited to sleep for Christmas day was tomorrow.
They lay there a long time, in their comfortable four-poster beds with snow sticking to the dorm windows. At their feet lay their trunks where in a few hours their presents would sit, waiting for them. Before they could all drift off to sleep, however, Remus's tired voice came floating away from his bed, drifting over the room to his friends' ears.
"You'd better watch out, you'd better not cry..."
Sirius, quite surprised that in his half-awake state he would hear Remus initiating this after his explosion downstairs, was the first to pick it up.
"You'd better not pout, I'm telling you why."
James's voice drifted sleepily out next.
"Santa Claus is coming to town."
Peter was the last.
"He's making a list, he's checking it twice..."
"He's gonna find out if you're naughty or nice," Remus sang.
"Santa Claus is coming to town," Sirius and James sang together.
"He sees you when you're sleeping," Peter sang.
"He knows when you're awake," Remus called.
"He knows if you're been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake, hey!" Sirius sang.
They all sang together:
"You'd better watch out, you'd better not cry, you better not pout, I'm telling you why; Santa Claus is coming to town!"
Sirius rolled over in his bed, sticking his face into his pillow, and said a very muffled, "Merry Christmas, guys."
Author's Note: If you're interested, check out my profile shortly for a separate fic for "Baby It's Cold Outside" that's centered on LJ.
I'm pretty sure this took me about four days. I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you enjoyed reading it just as much. I'd love to unwrap some reviews this holiday season ;) Thank you so much for reading! Have a good new year, happy holidays, and:
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!