Hello! Back for a new year- and possibly the final year! When I started this it was my freshman year of college, I'm now in my Senior year. I've successfully done the 12 days of Christmas for two years and I'm going to try my hardest to keep up with this year as well. Last year was a bad year for motivation, it was a bad year in general, but I'm hoping to make it through this year since it might be my last, not as a fanfiction writer but as a college student doing crazy challenges and the like.

I'm very, very excited to tackle these stories and these fandoms. I hope you enjoy this year's contribution and that maybe you're motivated to go back and read the previous year's Christmas fics.

This one is really stretching the term "Christmas Story" but I wanted to continue a bit of a storyline I started in a Halloween Fic two years ago, so here's the second mention of Wirt and Sara's beautiful (and difficult) children, in a very short sequel to Trick-or-Treating With Friends.

Dec 14th- Black Panther

Dec 15th- Ducktales

Dec 16th- Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Dec 17th- Gravity Falls

Dec 18th- Over The Garden Wall

Dec 19th- Legally Blonde Musical

Dec 20th- Kid Cosmic

Dec 21st- Falcon and The Winter Soldier

Dec 22nd- Big Hero 6

Dec 23rd- Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist

Dec 24th- Percy Jackson

Dec 25th- Teen Titans

They were good parents.

"We're good parents, right?" Wirt asked, pacing the room.

"Of course we are, our daughters love us."

"But Violet-"

"Is a teenager now, which makes her a little more ornery."

"I don't like that word. We need a different word. She's not ornery, she's melodramatic."

"Oh, she's the melodramatic one?" Sara asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Can you believe that neither of them believes in Santa Claus anymore?"

"Yes, Wirt, I can. Because they're 13 and 8."

"Opal isn't allowed to be eight," Wirt protested.

"And last year Violet wasn't "allowed" to have friends to go trick-or-treating with. You know we're not in control of these things, dear."

Wirt hated not being in control.

"Violet hates me now."

Sara let out a little sigh and put a hand on his arm, halting his pacing, "She doesn't hate you, she's just being melodramatic."

"So you agree with me!"

"You're being melodramatic as well, dear."

"I don't like that word anymore."

Wirt sat down and crossed his arms, deep in thought.

"Wirt, do you know what's actually going on with Violet?"

"I thought I did- are you saying I don't know what's going on with my daughter?"

"What's going on with your daughter is that she's behaving like you."

Wirt sputtered, getting ready to argue, "I don't start stupid arguments or give people the silent treatment."

"Maybe not anymore, but you did when you were a teenager, didn't you? Everyone does dumb stuff that frustrates their parents when they're teenagers."

"I just don't want her doing something stupid and getting hurt." He thought about his own misadventures through the woods. He had almost gotten himself and his brother killed when he was a teenager. He didn't want the same thing happening to Violet and Opal.

"Sweetheart, our girls will make mistakes. And they'll probably get hurt now and then. The important thing is that we're there for them no matter what, right?"

"Right."

"Do you want to help me wrap their Christmas presents?" Sara was hoping to get his mind off of his daughter's melodrama.

"Can we make ourselves cocoa afterward?"

"Of course we can."

"And watch romantic Christmas movies after the kids go to bed?"

"Of course."

"Okay, I'm in." Wirt grabbed the scissors and took a seat on the ground next to Sara, gently nudging her shoulder with his.

"You really think Violet and Opal will be okay?"

"Of course they will. We're good parents."

Wirt smiled a little, "Yeah, we are."