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Caroling
Emma and David had returned to the apartment late that evening. She saw Killian and Henry zonked out on the couch with the home screen of Home Alone repeating in a loop. Emma woke up Henry, steering the half-asleep teenager to his own bed and went back into the living room to get Killian settled in. Mary Margaret had left out a blanket and pillow for him in a not-so-subtle hint that he would not be sleeping in Emma's bed that evening. She and David turned a blind eye to the nights that Emma didn't make it home from a date with Killian, but they were a "not under our roof" kind of family. Emma took off his boots and moved his legs up to the couch, covering him with the blanket. He slept like the dead.
The next morning, singing woke Emma up. Bad singing. Jolly, not-even-close-to-being-in-key singing.
"Jingle bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg."
Henry was doubled over laughing as David and Killian looked at him like he was crazy.
"Don't listen to him, guys. Those aren't the real lyrics. Those are the ones that teenage boys think are hilarious," she heard Mary Margaret add from the kitchen.
"What are you guys doing? You guys could have woken Aurora up with that noise."
I'm teaching Killian Christmas carols. You know the whole town is caroling on Friday night, and I figured he should know the songs. Grandpa needs to know too, since he spent most of the curse in a coma."
"If the whole town is caroling, who are you going to sing to? Aren't you just going to be knocking on a lot of doors to empty houses?" Emma questioned.
Henry rolled his eyes. "Mom, we're just going to be in the town square, and sing there. It's more about getting everyone together. Killian, Grandpa, and Grandma are all coming. I called my mom, she's going to come too. You have to come if she is."
Emma briefly considered leaving the caroling activities up to Regina. That much merriness in one place might be more than she could handle this time of year, but figured if the Evil Queen could sing and hold hands with the rest of Storybrooke, she could suck it up too.
"Okay, okay. How about you teach Killian some of the more traditional songs. You know, Silent Night, Away in a Manger. Those are really pretty."
Henry turned to Killian and started explaining Jesus to him.
"Hey, I know who Jesus is, you little stinker."
"Did you know him? Like were you guys friends?"
That earned Henry a good-natured slap to the back of the head from the aged pirate. Henry's favorite jokes to make were about Killian's age.