Christmas morning, Ginny woke up extra early. She knew it was childish, but she could never contain the enjoyment she felt at ripping open wrapping paper to reveal new, shinny gifts (or the case of her family mostly second hand, but still perfectly wonderful gifts). Her made her feel so happy to think that people who loved her had gone through special trouble to get her something that would make her happy.

Feeling like she was six again, she pounced on her dorm-mates.

"Wake up! Wake up! It's Christmas morning! WAKE UP!" She yelled joyously, shaking all four of her room-mates until they grudgingly opened their eyes.

"Jeez, Weasley. You act like you're six. I bet you woke us all up to go try and find your presents from Santa!" Ginny's roommate Caryn grumbled, pulling her strawberry blonde hair back into a ponytail and reluctantly getting out of her bed.

"That's silly," Ginny replied, "Everyone one knows that Santa Claus only gives presents to good girls!" She said with a wink.

The rest of the dorm laughed and releasing any last visions they had of sleep, they followed Ginny out into the Gryffindor common room.

Ginny let out a delighted squeal as she saw the Gryffindor common room. It was decorated in Christmas attire, with holly and mistletoe strung about the place. Beside the roaring fire, was an enormous pine tree, so tall it's top brushed the roof. The tree was decorated with red and gold balls, garland, popcorn strings, levitating candles and even the occasional odd ornaments that students had donated to make the place feel homier. Underneath the tree, were stacks and stacks of ornately wrapped gifts.

The gifts were arranged alphabetically. Ginny sat down next to a pile near the end of the line marked, "Weasley, Ginny". She picked the top present of the pile, tore off the sparkly blue wrapping paper and gasped at the gift inside. It was a bottle of expensive perfume. She took off the lid and smelt it. It smelt divine. Like chocolate and cinnamon, and warm things, unlike all the other perfumes she had, which smelled of spring breezes, and winter gusts, and cool thing. She looked at the card.

Dear Ginny

I hope you like the gift. It was Hermione's idea. I wanted to get you the "Limited edition Quidditch through the Ages," but she was convinced you'd like this better. Can't see why. Who'd want a bottle full of smelly water? Merry Christmas!

Love,

Ron

Ginny silently thanked Hermione from stopping her brother from getting get another copy of Qudditch through the ages. She already had seven. The perfume was wonderful! Trust Hermione to know exactly what she wanted!

From across the room Ginny heard some shout her name.

"Very funny Ginny. A hair straighter? C'mon, my hairs not that wavy!" Remarked Ginny's roommate Caryn, self consciously patting her reddish-blonde tresses. She held a hair straighter in one hand and Ginny's Christmas card in the other.

"Merry Christmas to you too!" laughed Ginny, before turning around and going back to her presents.

She was halfway through her presents when her brother and his friends marched down the stairs. She thanked her brother for the wonderful gift and winked at Hermione, then went back to finishing up unwrapping the gifts.

So far she had gotten a book from Hermione, entitled "Gone with the wind,", a scarf from Harry, a set of gloves from her best friend Caryn, photos of herself during numerous events during the year from Colin, the annual Weasley Jumper and fudge from her mother, and of course the perfume from Ron.

There was only one present left. It was the smallest present of the group, wrapped in Silver paper with a green bow. Ginny had a feeling that the saying, "Good things come in small packages," would apply here.

Ron and here friends were busy discussing what they had gotten, so Ginny turned her back on them and opened the present unnoticed.

Inside was a beautiful snow globe. In the center, was her snowman, Mr. Lumpy, complete down to the lopsided arms, Gryffindor scarf and very uneven skin. She shook the globe gently and sparkly snow began to drift down from the top of the globe. A very, low melodious variation of "Frosty the snowman," began to play softly. Standing in front of the snowman, with there arms wrapped around each other were two figures. Once was obviously her, with her brilliant red hair flowing down her back, but the other characters hair was covered by his hat. But, if you looked closely, you could see the Slytherin scarf draped around his neck. Ginny looked at the card.

Dear Ginny,

You already gave me my Christmas present, so here's yours. I hope you like it.

The note wasn't signed but Ginny knew who it was from. A slow smile, laced with happiness and love inched it's way across her face.

"Hey Ginny! What do you got there?" Ron startled Ginny out her trance.

Ginny twisted the snow globe so that you couldn't see the two figures, only Mr. Lumpy. She shook it and the snow began falling just as the song began playing.

"It's a snow globe," She informed him.

"Cool," replied Ron, "Who gave it to you?"

"Well," Ginny murmured absently-mindedly, running her hand over the snow globe, "You don't know him. He's a Ravenclaw friend of mine."

Ron nodded his head, and seeming content at the answer he went back to chatting with his friends.

"I think I'm going upstairs now." Ginny informed her friends, gathering up all her presents, and walking up the stairs to her dorm. She packed all her presents neatly in her trunk, except her snow globe which she placed on her night table beside her bed.

"Merry Christmas Mr. Lumpy," She whispered to the snow globe, "Thanks for everything."