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.

Kid Cosmic was a delightful show that made me feel real feelings and one of the feelings I felt the most was distress at the things Kid was going through. Like, all the trauma and belittling? It made me really sad. I love the dynamic he has with his team and with Papa G and I love that he feels real and grows with the show, I'm definitely going to rewatch the first two seasons before Season 3 drops, but I wanted to explore Papa G and Kid's dynamic when Kid first came to live with Papa G, thus this story.

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

Papa G was doing everything he could. He'd always been good at capturing the magic of Christmas with lights and homemade decorations but this year wasn't feeling very magical. He didn't know how to connect with his traumatized grandson, didn't know how to make him happy. And it was hard to want to celebrate himself.

"We don't have to celebrate Christmas this year," He'd told Kid, which had seemed to startle him.

"Is Santa not going to come this year because I live in a new place? Have I been bad?" The small boy looked like he was going to cry.

Papa G picked him up and held him close, "No, no, you've been so good. The best. Santa is coming." Kid had been satisfied with that, rubbing his eyes and putting his head on Papa G's shoulder.

"We're going to have a good Christmas," Papa G promised, even though he didn't know how to keep that promise.

Kid was having an understandably difficult time adjusting here. He was quiet and he spent most of his time reading comics. Unless something was wrong he didn't really talk to Papa G until Papa G talked to him, which Papa G tried to do regularly. Sometimes Kid would just start crying and no amount of hugs or reassurance would make things okay. There weren't really any other children around for Kid to befriend, but he also didn't seem all that interested in doing anything more than read his comics and occasionally listen to Papa G's records.

"Hey, Kid? Do you want to help me with the Christmas lights?" Papa G didn't mind if the only thing Kid ever wanted to do was read comics, but he remembered the little boy before the crash who had been energetic and curious and full of life. He hoped one day that Kid could get some of that spark back, in whatever way worked best for him.

Kid nodded and popped up, coming over. He was so small, so young, and so much like his parents.

"So," Papa G attempted to strike up a conversation while Kid handed him lights to hang up, "what's happening in your comics today?"

"Ummm…" Kid hesitated, "You wanna hear?"

"Yeah, I do!"

Kid lit up, beginning to ramble about his superheroes and their cosmic abilities. Papa G was pretty sure he could listen to Kid talk about this stuff for hours. It made him happy, and Papa G missed seeing Kid happy.

When they ran out of lights and Kid ran out of comics to describe in detail, the pair settled on the couch and admired their handiwork.

"What do you want for Christmas, Kid? More comics?"

Kid shrugged.

"Action figures?" Another shrug. Kid had exhausted his conversation skills for the day and it was apparently time for a nap. He curled up with his head in Papa G's lap, staring up at the pretty Christmas lights until his eyelids got too heavy

"That's okay, buddy, we'll figure it out. We're going to have a really good Christmas, I promise…"

It was going to be hard to celebrate that year, but Papa G was doing everything he could. And he would keep doing everything he could just to see the light in Kid's eyes come back for even a moment.