"We're almost done, Yuuri!"
Yuuri turned from the garland that he was putting up on the wall of the ballroom and smiled at Greta. "That's great, Greta!"
Greta beamed up at him and ran over to the other children. They were making paper garland to string around the massive Christmas tree.
Wolfram came over and slumped against the wall. "Oi! Little kids are exhausting."
"No, really?" Yuuri said sarcastically and snickered when Wolfram took a swipe at him. "They aren't that bad, really. They'll calm down a bit after the decorations are done."
"When do we light it again?" Wolfram rubbed his face tiredly. He and Yuuri hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, since they were up talking. The kiss in the snowball had sparked others, and other things as well. Both were a bit nervous about where their relationship was going, despite the fact that they were engaged.
"A few days before Christmas Eve. It'll be fun," Yuuri reassured him. "If you want, I can tell you some more stories about Christmas later."
Wolfram's eyes lit up. He'd become addicted to the many fanciful tales of Christmas that Yuuri told the children. It was like he was a child himself, and he got just as excited about them as the children.
Yuuri snickered and shook his head. "All right, all right. I swear, you're as bad as the kids. I'll tell you a story."
Wolfram smirked and scooted down on the floor, giving Yuuri more room. Snickering, Yuuri sat down next to him and blinked when Wolfram laid down, pillowing his head on Yuuri's lap. Flushing slightly, Yuuri cleared his throat. He absently ran his fingers through Wolfram's hair as he closed his eyes to think of a story.
Finding one, he gave a slight nod. "Okay. It was the night before Christmas, and all through the house…"