I don't own Home Alone

A/N: Hello CrimsonCommander688! Thank you for your review! When I created Becky, I didn't take into account the ages of the other McCallister siblings, which I should have from the beginning. With the Holiday Heist fanfic, I really messed up with the birth order of the siblings and also went ahead and aged them up without taking into account their true age from the movies. In this case, and in accordance with my fanfic, Buzz is the oldest, then Jeff and Becky (I decided to make her Jeff's fraternal twin since she has red hair with freckles), Megan, Linnie, and Kevin.

Enjoy!

Lunch had been a rush but once the day began to get darker, that was a signal that it was almost the end of the shift. After their little debacle, Marv decided to keep to himself for the remainder of the day and keep out of Amy's way. It was very weird feeling, considering that they never had an argument before. Hopefully, she wouldn't be giving him the silent treatment for the rest of the night. After taking care of the last dish from the sink, he went ahead and headed out of the kitchen and into the main dining room where Amy was sitting down at one of the booths waiting for him.

"Ready to go?" he asked her.

Amy nodded her head as she got up from the booth. Glancing over at the clock, it was far too late to head anywhere but back to the apartment. She disliked how quickly the day turned into night, but that had to be one of the beauties for the wintertime. She took her purse in her arm as she and Marv headed out of the diner and into the night air. "I hope you don't mind but I do need to make a stop at that market over there," she said as the two of them came upon a small grocery store.

"Go ahead," Marv said and followed her inside. The lights were fluorescent, the aisles filled with different varieties of food, and the song 'Jingle Bell Rock' was playing on the speakers. He only hoped that Amy wouldn't take a long time to finish with her errand. Throughout the entire day, aside from his little talk with that McCallister kid, he had been on his feet and his whole body was in pain. He felt that he could collapse at any moment and fall asleep no matter where he was. To pass the time, he looked through the aisles to see if anything caught his interest.

It wasn't long before Amy found him by the aisle. "I got what I needed. Was there anything you wanted?" she asked him.

Marv looked at the items that she had. Chocolate powder, whipped cream, candy canes, and a variety of sprinkles, and even a bag of chestnuts. "We're celebrating something?" he asked her, hoping that it would break that icy barrier between them.

"Of course," Amy said to him. "Celebrating the hard work that we went through today…and the third day of Christmas of course," There was that little smile and it made Marv sigh in relief. He didn't know how long Amy would keep a grudge upon their little dispute, but he was glad that, hopefully, she had gotten over it.

After paying for the groceries and finally heading home, Marv was glad to take off his shoes and slip them into a pair of slippers that Amy had gotten for him when they went clothes shopping. "Do you need any help in there?" Marv asked as he saw Amy wandering around in the kitchen. He didn't know how much help he was going to be, considering that Amy had taken care of all the groceries.

"No," she called from the kitchen. "You just sit there and relax." She sliced the top of the last chestnut and placed it inside the preheated oven and allowed them to bake for a couple of minutes.

Being in the kitchen, she considered to be a very relaxing form of activity for herself. Of course, by the end of a meal preparation she would feel exhausted, but she enjoyed keeping herself busy with food. As for tonight, there wasn't much to cook since Tom was kind enough to give them dinner back at the diner; but a little sweet treat and a snack wouldn't hurt. As the chestnuts roasted, Amy went ahead and prepared the hot chocolate for herself and Marv. Though she had to hurry before her little Christmas movie began. It wasn't too long of a film, but she enjoyed watching it during the holidays. "Hey Marv," she called from the kitchen, "what time is it?"

Marv quickly looked over at the clock that was on the wall. "It's almost eight forty…eight?" he told her.

So almost nine Amy secretly chuckle at how promptly Marv answered her. The smell of roasted chestnuts filled the apartment as she took them out of the oven and placed them on a plate. She poured the hot chocolate into two mugs, swirled the whipped cream on them, added Christmas sprinkles onto the whipped cream, and finished it off with two candy canes hanging from the side of the mug. "Just in time for my movie," she said as she placed the two mugs on the table along with the plate of roasted chestnuts.

"What's the movie?" Marv asked her as he went ahead and took a chestnut from the plate. The dropped the nut back on the plate, forgetting how hot it was and blew on his fingers to soothe the burning pain.

"You'll see," Amy said as she picked up the remote and turned on the television. As a holiday commercial finished, the screen blacked out and the holiday movie came on.

Marv looked with curiosity at what this movie was until he read the words 'How the Grinch Stole Christmas.' The original movie that was made in 1966 and one that was forever going to remain a classic. "No way!" he said as he pointed over at the television, "this movie is almost thirty-three years old."

"But it still does have that sense of nostalgia," Amy smiled as she opened the chestnut shell and took a bite of the flesh. "I used to watch this all the time and it basically became a tradition. The holiday wouldn't be complete without watching this."

"You got that right," Marv agreed as he took a sip of the hot chocolate, getting some whipped cream on his nose.

Amy giggled as she looked at him. "You have a little something," she said as she handed him a napkin, which he took and cleaned the tip of his nose with it. "Oh this part," she chuckled as she looked at the screen of the Grinch slowly beginning to widely smirk at the camera, "look at that face."

"He's one greedy dude," Marv commented as the movie continued to unfold through the events of the green creature stealing the presents from the people of Whoville.

In a way, this movie made Marv think of the days when he led a life of thievery. It was almost as if he had embodied this character during those times, and was doing the same thing that he was, just not always during the holiday season…and a little less grouchy.

As for Amy, she disagreed with the Grinch's idea in stealing other people's Christmas. There were people who didn't even have a Christmas, and yet they tried to make as much of the holiday as special as they could. Even though this movie was getting older by the years, it still beheld that classic message that Christmas wasn't all about materialism but the day of giving. "At least his heart grew to love Christmas," Amy commented and turned off the television once the movie ended.

Marv didn't comment. His eyes had been glued to the television from beginning to end. It was as if he had been hit by a wave of nostalgia, bringing him back to the good old days when he would watch this film. Just being a kid. Having a roof over his head, nothing to worry about, no stealing or the thought of being arrested…then what in world had happened for him to go down this route? It was far into the blurred past that even he couldn't figure out himself. All he could argue was that he enjoyed getting away with it…until he was caught. Breaking himself away from the thoughts of the past, Marv looked over at Amy, "do you normally watch Christmas movies during the holidays."

"If I'm not too tired," Amy said to him, "my other favorite is 'A Christmas Carol' but I save that for another day. The idea of being visited by ghosts makes it sound more like a Halloween film that Christmas."

"Ever seen 'It's a Wonderful Life?'" Marv asked her.

"No," Amy shook her head, "and you?"

"No," he said to her, "but I've heard other people talk about it. One cop was watching it back when I was in prison and apparently, it's a good movie."

It was getting a little late but neither Marv nor Amy felt tired to retire to bed for the night. "I think we can deal with another hour or two," she smiled as she took the remote and skimmed through the channels. "There we go," she said as she came upon the black and white classical film and leaned back on the couch.

What a good way to end a busy work day.