Time to get on the Christmas cheer bandwagon!

A thanks to AriArlene and Good fan for following and favouriting.

And to anyone reading, A Merry Christmas to you, whether or not you celebrate it. My sentiment is the same.

I shot up from my sleep, scream dying in my throat as I scanned my surroundings. I was in my bedroom, not underground, I wasn't going to die.

I groaned and put my head in my hands, the images from that night ran through my head like a silent film.

Well, most of it. I still couldn't remember what happened after I started to lose control, and I was happy for it stay that way.

Calm. Breathe. You're safe. Everyone is safe. I recited in my head, the Descendant of Toothiana I'd been seeing for nearly a year now had given me some phrases to remember to try and calm me down after a nightmare. So far those were the ones that worked the best.

As I let the phrase repeat itself there was a sudden soft thump from the roof.

My nerves were shot so I jumped out of my skin, my eyes shooting to the ceiling above me. Who the hell was on the roof?

My mind jumped to horrific scenarios. Maybe the Descendants of Pitch had thawed out, what if I hadn't got all of them?

I jumped out of my bed, blades forming as I went to the window. I opened it as the thumping stopped, and felt a chill in my blood as there was a new noise. From downstairs!

I left the window open as I went as quickly and as quietly as I could downstairs, passing my new hoodie which was hanging on the door. That did give my mind a bit of nudge, that maybe I'd overlooked something, but I ignored it as I crept downstairs.

I moved to the living room, where the sounds seemed to be coming from. Oddly it didn't sound like people coming to attack, just one guy, moving around.

I peeked around the door and saw North's back to me as he put some presents under the Christmas tree.

I stood there, confused for a second, then my stupidity hit me with force of a train. It was Christmas Eve! How did I forget? I got a present from Jack earlier that day and gave him one, I had been really nervous about it!

Wow, amazing how a nightmare could make you lose track of what day it was.

I made to move away from the door when something occurred to me. I was fifteen, and the youngest in the house. While I wasn't an adult I certainly wasn't a child, so what was North doing here?

I leaned back around the door, and North wasn't there anymore.

I let out a sigh and rubbed my eyes tiredly. Of course he wouldn't hang around, he had a very busy night ahead of him.

Making a note to bring it up with Jack next time I saw him I yawned and went back to bed. The chances of me getting two nightmares twice in the same night were small once I'd distracted myself, so I should be fine.

"Jackie! Wake up!"

I groaned and rolled over in my bed, I'd just had a good dream for once, and the knocking on the door had almost completely ruined it.

"Five minutes." I mumbled.

"No, now. You're aunt and uncle are coming over later, and I want to some nice family time before my sister comes in to spoil it."

Yeah, it was no secret my mom didn't like her sister. I assume it goes back quite some time, and while I find my aunt aloof and a little rude at times, I didn't not like her.

However, I knew better than to antagonise my mom about it. Or let my aunt see me in my pyjamas. It made my ears ring remembering the one time she had seen me come down in my pyjamas.

"Okay, I'm coming." I said, rolling out of bed.

Ten minutes later I was dressed and in the living room, opening presents with my parents.

There were a few more presents under the tree than this time yesterday morning, and I let myself smile at that. I hadn't imagined last night then.

I opened the presents from my parents, and I got a few new books that I'd asked for. After going through the hugs and thank you's I moved onto the other presents, feeling the old, child like Christmas glee bubble up in my stomach.

The first one was rectangular shaped, and way too big to be a book. As I unwrapped it a photo frame was revealed. It was pale blue and decorated with silver, painted snowflakes around the border.

I smiled and put it to one side as I moved on to the next one, which was also the last one for me.

It was also rectangular, but definitely not a book, it was too small. Underneath the wrapping paper was a small, navy blue box, which opened like a jewellery box. And inside that was a snowflake made of ice, about the size of my palm, nestled in white cotton wool.

I carefully pulled it out, looking at it from all angles. It was delicately done, clearly by someone who had practice. There was a small loop of silver from the top of one of the branches, and I frowned as I looked at it, was it supposed to hang on a Christmas tree.

I carefully placed the snowflake back in the box and started to tidy the wrapping paper away, when an envelope I hadn't noticed before fell out. Frowning with confusion I set the wrapping paper down and picked up the envelope.

The envelope seemed to be made of heavy parchment, and in clear cursive on the front, was my name.

I flipped it over and carefully opened it, pulling out the lighter parchment paper within it.

"Jackie" It read

"This probably comes as a surprise to you. You are not a child and yet I have left you gifts!

There are several reasons. I think Jack has gotten a little protective you, an odd notion for an immortal to their Descendant. He's made it very clear that you are on the Nice list after your actions in the past year.

The other, is that this is a form of apology. An apology from the Guardians to a child they should have helped, Descendant or not. Your light went out too soon, and while we cannot change past, we can apologise for not trying to reignite it.

Have a Merry Christmas my friend.

Nicolas St North

P.S.

If you are curious, I made the snowflake, Jack made sure it wouldn't melt."

I wasn't quite sure what I felt on reading that. Yeah, it was a nice gesture, and he didn't have to do that. It was still a little odd.

"Thanks North." I muttered, putting the letter on top of the photo frame. I took the snowflake carefully from its box and hung it on the tree, the lights blinking and refracting their light through it.

Hello another story where I can't tell if it's heart warming, weird or cheesy. I have a genuine hard time telling the difference between them.

For reference, this takes place in the same year as 'Hoodie'