'Ello again! This was the very first prompt I thought of, way back in September! (I would've written it first, but ear-worm Christmas carols beckoned me.) Before ya read, I will point out that most of this collection will have Ahsoka in it. Because every kid loves Christmas. ^_^ It will also have a fair amount of Anidala. Movie Anidala is toxic. TCW Anidala is tolerable and fun to write. So there. This will contain quite a bit of it. We shall now proceed with the fluff.

[I'm not sure how well this is going to publish, the kriffing glitch is KILLING ME and it took me like an hour to even attempt to publish this. So... hopefully this worked.]

Disclaimer: I don't own the Clone Wars. Y'all know this already.

"So… whose idea was this again?" asked Anakin as he surveyed several boxes of decorations.

"I'm pretty sure it was yours," said Ahsoka. "Padmé asked us if we would help her with something, and before she could tell us what, you said we would."

Padmé emerged from a closet with yet another box. "Last one!"

Anakin barely held back a groan.

"C'mon Skyguy, this'll probably be fun!" Ahsoka bounded across the room to peer into Padmé's box.

Padmé smiled brightly as she opened the box. "Isn't my tree gorgeous this year?"

"Yeah! And it smells nice!" declared Ahsoka enthusiastically.

"I… don't care," said Anakin.

"Help out, Ani," ordered Padmé with mock seriousness.

"Okay, okay, fine."

"Now these two boxes are color-coded, but the rest aren't."

"Kay."

Padmé took out a garland. "Now we wrap this around the tree."

"Why?" Anakin asked.

"To… make it pretty," Padmé responded cheerfully.

"But… you're wrapping the silver thing around it."

"Exactly," said Ahsoka.

"And," Anakin struck a dramatic pose. "It represents bondage."

Padmé and Ahsoka blinked.

"The cruelty of confining the tree's limbs with your chain symbolizes the pain and restriction of a slave, as the way the boughs are weighed down symbolizes the heavy weight of slavery and how it breaks down the soul. I cannot inflict such suffering on a living being."

"Skyguy, two minutes ago you didn't even care about the tree."

"Well– it's unfair! Trees need rights!"

Padmé raised an eyebrow.

Ahsoka frowned. "Stop trying to get out of this. It's a fun activity!"

"Fine." Anakin reached for one end of the garland, and the three carefully draped it on the tree.

"There, that wasn't so hard, was it? Now for the lights."

A dark green box held a tangle of festive Life Day lights.

Ahsoka reached for the top string of them. "Um… they're stuck."

"They are?"

"I bet they aren't." Anakin reached forward too, and grabbed the top of the pile. He pulled. Nothing happened.

"Aw, they're wedged in the box, too?" Ahsoka pouted.

Anakin frowned. "They shouldn't be this hard to get out." He tugged again.

Five minutes later…

"Got 'em!" Anakin braced the box, and with a grunt pulled the entire tangled ball of lights out of their somewhat mangled box.

"Woah."

"So… we have to untangle that?"

"Yep," affirmed Padmé. "It shouldn't be too hard."

Anakin and Ahsoka stared at her.

Padmé's com, on a table a few feet away, beeped. "Oh my, I forgot I have to take this call. I'll be able to help in a few minutes!" Padmé picked up her device and hurried into her office, looking relieved.

Anakin sighed. "I don't really want to do this."

Ahsoka sighed. "Neither do I."

"Well, one of us should be motivated."

"Then it can be you!"

Ten minutes and a lot of useless whining later…

"I'm done with my call! How are you two doing with the lights?"

Ahsoka grinned proudly. "We just finished!"

Anakin groaned from the sofa, where he had apparently collapsed of exhaustion. "I helped, honest."

"…"

"He did," Ahsoka asserted. "He just… got tired."

"I have a headache from staring closely at them! For ten minutes! I can't do any more decora–"

"Weakling," Ahsoka muttered.

"I am not! I could untangle another bunch of lights this second! I am ready to keep decorating!" Anakin jumped to his feet and ignored his Padawan's self-satisfied smile.

"What's next?"

"The ornaments." Padmé pointed at a box. "That's the first box of them."

Ahsoka peered in it gleefully. "Look!" She held up a blue globe. "It's 501st blue! I approve."

Anakin perked up. "Ooh, really?"

For the next five minutes, Anakin and Ahsoka picked through all the neatly organized ornaments. By the time they had finished the two color-coded boxes, the tree was festive in a silver garland, and only blue ornaments.

"It looks great!" declared Padmé with a laugh.

"Next box!" Ahsoka opened the next carboard box close to her. "Blech! What is this?!"

"What?!" Anakin hurried to look into the box. "Ew, you're right!"

Padmé leaned over curiously. "What's wrong?"

"THIS!" exclaimed Anakin and Ahsoka in unison, each holding up a few ornaments. The ornaments were orange.

"It's the 212th's color!"

"Yuck!"

"Blue is superior!"

"Just like our legion!"

"Why would anyone like orange?"

"Such an inferior color!"

"Tasteless!"

"Tacky!"

"It even looks bad with white plastoid armor!"

"…"

Padmé rolled her eyes. "I take it you don't want to use the orange ornaments?"

"NO!"

"Okay, then. I think there'll be some more blue ornaments in there if you look hard enough."

"Yay!" Anakin looked ready to throw the orange decorations out the window, but Padmé sternly pointed at an empty box.

"In there."

Ahsoka huffed. "Okay. As long as these decorations will never grace a Life Day tree." She disdainfully tossed them into the box.

When all the blue ornaments had been placed on the tree, and all the orange ones placed in the "Box of Shame and Non-Decoration," the three stepped back proudly to see the Life Day tree.

"I almost forgot!" Padmé quickly stepped forward to bring out a star. "The most important part! Who wants to put it on?"

For once, Ahsoka and Anakin didn't start bickering. After a moment of thought, Ahsoka's face lit up.

"You should do it, Padmé!"

"Oh, I couldn't! One of you should do it."

Ahsoka shook her head. "You do it."

Padmé glanced at the tree. "I can't even reach the top."

"I'm going to go stand in a corner and look at the wall!" said Ahsoka loudly. She marched across the room and turned her face toward a corner.

Anakin grinned at Padmé and put his hands on her wait to lift her up. Padmé carefully put the star on top of tree, then squealed with delight as Anakin swung her around in a circle.

Ahsoka clapped her hands over her montrals.

Anakin set Padmé down and kissed her.

Ahsoka tapped her foot on the floor.

Anakin let go of Padmé and brushed a wisp of hair behind her ear.

"That tree looks great now!" he declared loudly enough that someone behind a wall and a closed door could have heard it.

Ahsoka turned around and hopped back to where she had been standing before with a grin. "You're right! The tree is perfect!"

See, everyone? Ahsoka can be considerate! ;D And I really wanted to do that. :P

Coming soon, on a computer near you (see what I did there?) a snowball fight!

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-Em