A/N: Consider this my Christmas present to all y'all fine folks. Got hold of a laptop and just want to write...

2012

A ringing fell through the house, the doorbell chiming quietly through the still Christmas morning. April's eyes jolted open, immediately awake and agitated at their would-be visitor. Standing up, letting Andy keep his semblance of sleep, she stumbled through the dark and opened the door.

A small box sat on the porch, unmarked and otherwise unnoticed. Reaching down, she picked it up and peeled off the paper. Slowly, a smile rose on her face and April walked back into the house with the gift. Flipping it over in her hand, April looked at the hat and laughed to herself. Even if she wasn't going to go on Leslie's caroling brigade this year, April was going to get use out of this hat. Donning it, she flicked on the lights in her bedroom and watched Andy stumble around in the sheets.

"I'm up! I'm..." he yawned, stretching out in his boxers. "Don't - just shut the light off! So tired..."

While he struggled to get used to the light and not bowl over blankets, April shrugged off her thin sleepwear.

"Babe," April exclaimed with a smile on her lips.

"What?" he asked, turning around and trying to squint through the light.

When he finally seemed to grow adjusted to the light he caught sight of the hat, it's little gift bow still neatly on the ball-tip, and the rest of April and immediately smiled.

"Merry Christmas," she said with a laugh as he darted over to her without a second thought.

2013

Andy scratched his beard in the taxidermist's lounge. The place was, as a whole, insanely creepy. Since he was going for April, that was a good sign. Now he was staring at a catalog and a short, gruff man with a full-on mountain man beard. He kept asking Andy questions that he didn't really know how to answer, but now something had caught his attention in the dingy house-turned-office.

"I want that one," he pointed to it on the wall, hanging not-so-proudly in the far back corner.

The guy laughed at Andy, but he maintained until he walked out of the office with a box. Next stop was getting gift wrap, and then he could give April the greatest present she would ever need.

Later that day, as Christmas Eve rolled into Christmas morning, Andy rolled out of bed at three in the morning. Shaking April out of a groggy, drunken sleep they walked out into the living room where Andy walked out with his acquired present.

"Oh God," April shook her head at the overly large, poorly wrapped box but still tore at the wrapping. "Oh God..."

Apparently, when Jurassic Fork and its source material were still popular, the taxidermist got quite the request. Now, sitting in their living room, was a three-foot tall velociraptor sculpture with a beard stitched into its mouth and a big red bag sutured into its claw. Along with that, just to make everything even better, was a big fuzzy hat complete with a fluffy cotton ball dangling at the end.

"It's pretty cool isn't it?" Andy nodded, appraising the Santasaur.

"It's..." April looked away and for a second Andy thought she was going to yell at him for wasting money.

"You like it right?" he asked hurriedly with more than a hint of worry in his voice.

"This is the best present anyone's ever given me," she stood up slowly and walked over to him. "You are so thoughtful, babe."

"Yeah, well... it's all in the hips, they say," he smiled awkwardly and April chuckled before kissing him lightly at way-too-early A.M.

2014

"Leslie, why are we-"

"Larry, shut up!"

"April, don't yell at Larry like that... he doesn't deserve it-"

"Ben, why do you always have to ruin everything?"

"Seriously April, please stop," Tom said, squeezing between April and Ben. "You two are like a bunch of grandpas with all this arguing."

"And why are we taking a picture anyways?"

"Good question Ron!" Andy shouted from a few feet ahead of everyone gathered in a semicircle. "It, however, is a question I don't have an answer for-"

"Babe, c'mon you have to be in this one!" April demanded, pouting until he rushed ahead of Ron's old camera and quickly wrapping his arm around her.

Together, they all stood there - Leslie and Ben, Andy and April, Ron, Donna, Tom, and Ben. Craig had ignored their emails and Leslie's calls, and even Donna's DM's, so it was just them there. April looked around, over Andy's arm, and couldn't figure out a better place to be when the camera flashed than the Pawnee Parks Department. Leslie and Been still looked at each other all gross and lovey-dovey, but since Leslie was smiling it wasn't the worst thing.

Tom was flourishing as a business owner, Donna seemed complacent in her job as usual along with her something-but-not-a-boyfriend in that elementary school teacher, and Larry - how could she forget Larry?

"Wait," April looked around. "Larry wasn't in the picture!"

With aggravated groaning and more than a few loud curses, they all shot pointed looks behind them as the older man walked into the Parks offices with a red bag on his back and a massive grin on his face. Andy and Ben were the first to stop shouting profanities for different reasons - Andy to shoot forward and poke and prod at the bag, Ben when he realized he was doing what he told April not to just seconds before.

"Merry Christmas everybody," Larry said, donning a little red cap. "I know it's not much, but Gayle and I set aside a little bit to get everybody gifts. We'll have to send Craig's out, but..."

"Woah, that's a pack of Mouse Rat picks," Andy opened up a small box and there were indeed a massive amount of guitar picks with the logo emblazoned on them.

"I've always wanted one of these," Ben whined, pulling out a brown hat with familiar looking props attached to the brim that all looked handmade. "I don't think I have Harrison Ford's jawline to pull this off though..."

People were handed small things from Larry's bag of goodies, all of them small and inexpensive but thoughtful, until April was left standing beside Andy and looking at his picks. Larry walked over to her with an empty looking bag, a smug grin on his face.

"Is my present going to be one of your paintings, but your head on a stick," April offered while looking at her nails. "Because that would be an all right gift, Larry."

"No April," he reached into the bottom of the bag. "Andy told me you liked stuffed animals-"

"Andy!"

"What, that was like... when we first started going out," Andy explained. "I didn't know he'd remember that."

"So I thought you might one of these. Gayle makes them for everybody, but she added a little twist for you," he smiled and handed her the small animal.

It was a horse, but not just any horse. It was a mini horse - Li'l Sebastian. The only difference was that, instead of a cloth covering him and proclaiming Tom's recent investment or the slogan of Pawnee, there was a picture of Larry with a little red x slashed over his face. On the other side it said:

Merry Christmas April, from the G-

There wasn't enough room, but April had a strange desire to hug Larry right then. It almost made her vomit on the spot as well, but she managed to stomach through it say thanks and walk away with Andy's arm looped around hers.

"So, are we gonna go have a mashed potato fight at our place or-"

"Andy, we have the best family ever," she exclaimed suddenly.

"Is that a no...?"

"No, let's go," she shook her head again and continued walking, ignoring the words she said and the odd feeling that there wasn't a better group of people than those in that department.

It was all stupid anyways, because in comparison to flinging flaky mashed potatoes and making out with Andy none of that mattered. Except for that niggling little "family" part. That didn't disentangle itself from her thoughts for a very long while.