Prompt: Midwinter
Clary awoke as the bedroom door opened with a crash.
"It's Midwinter!" announced Little, and she jumped onto their bed, bouncing up and down.
Clary groaned and tried to burrow herself closer into Tom. She could feel him chuckle as he looked at their daughter. "Is our gixie a bit excited?"
"I'm VERY excited!"
"Did you see all the presents at the foot of your bed?"
"Yes!" She clapped her hands. "When can I open them? When can I give you your gifts?"
"Now, if you want."
Little jumped off the bed and ran back to her bedroom. Clary groaned again and Tom laughed. "I bet you were just as excited about Midwinter when you were her age." She snorted and he grinned, knowing he was right.
Little came back waving two pieces of paper. "I drew a picture for Mama and a picture for Da." She climbed back onto the bed and wriggled on top of her parents. "Look!"
Tom extracted himself from Clary and Little enough to take the drawing and look at it. "That's very nice," he told her. "Who helped you with the words?"
"Uncle Matty, but I did all the actual writing."
"You're a clever lass." He ruffled her hair and she giggled. "What are all these things?" He pointed to one of the brown scribbly lines that was dotted around the picture.
Little looked at him like he was a looby. "Wood."
He grinned. "Oh, I see. Because I'm a carpenter." Little nodded. "I'll put it up in my shop for everyone to admire then." Little beamed.
Clary snorted in amusement. "I see you remembered to draw Da's tummy too."
Little nodded. "Look at yours, Mama!" She held it out and Clary took it.
"I have my baton," she said, sounding pleased. "What's that thing sticking out of me?"
"A tail."
"…Why?"
"Because you're a Dog," said Tom with a chuckle. "You have dog ears too," he pointed out. Little beamed.
"That's very clever," Clary told her. "Thank you."
"She can put it in the kennel for everyone to admire," suggested Tom. Little clapped her hands in delight and Clary pinched Tom under the covers.
Little stood up and started bouncing again, apparently satisfied that she was done with the gift-giving. "Time for my gifts!" she announced, and jumped off the bed.
Clary groaned and threw the covers back as the very first rays of sunlight lit the sky.