Family Christmas

Old Fiat

NOTE: This chapter ignores the 'My Life' universe.

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The Momoshiros

"And it's a beautiful Christmas day! We've got some messages for some special listeners from their family and friends! First one is to Sato Hiroyoshi from his parents. They say they wish they could be there for their favorite little boy!"

Takeshi pulled the blankets over his head. He could hear the radio downstairs. As usual his mum was waiting for the Christmas music broadcast while she made breakfast. He waited, not wanting to wreak Christmas for his little brother and sister. He knew the twin demons were running about, but they couldn't go downstairs until Dad woke up.

It will only be a few more minutes… he thought, and waited for Satoshi and Sayuri to run in and wake him. And sure enough a few moments later…

"'Ni-san!" shrieked Satoshi, climbing up on his bed and shaking him roughly.

"'Ni-san!" Sayuri followed her twin brother and shook him too.

Takeshi pretended to be sleeping for a few minutes. Then—

"Boo!" he shouted and pushed off the covers. Satoshi and Sayuri jumped and screamed.

"'Ni-san!" gasped his little brother pushing his small, wire glasses up his nose. "Don't do that!" His hair was black, short and baby soft, like his sisters but hers was in a bob. "'Ka-san wants you downstairs."

"Right-o!" he jumped out of bed and ran down the linoleum covered steps, his feet sending a cold chill up his body with every step.

"Don't go in the living room Takeshi!" his mother called. "Get in the kitchen right now!"

He came into the kitchen. He jumped as he stepped on the tiles. At least linoleum had a little heat. Takeshi's hair style, destroyed by sleeping, was messy and curling a little.

"What is it 'Ka-san?" he asked, rubbing his right foot while standing on the left.

"She turned away from the cinnamon buns and frowned. "Takeshi don't you have an ounce of sense? Put on slippers before you run around the house, it's the middle of winter for goodness sake!"

"Sorry… What was it?"

Her face softened and she smiled at him. "I want to thank you for being such a help during Christmas time. I would've had so much trouble with out you." She hugged him.

"Thanks 'Ka-san. Is dad awake yet?"

"No. Keep an eye on these—no eating them!—and I'll go wake him up. I'll also get you a pair of slippers…"

"Right-o!" he tugged a chair up to the oven and sat there while his mother ran up the stairs.

A few moments later she returned with a pair of slippers, a set of twins, and a sleepy father.

"Takeshi!" he said, hugging him. "Happy Christmas."

"Hey 'To-san," he pulled back the chair to let his mother though.

Finally they entered the living room. The multiple colors flashed as all the different bulbs reflected the light his little brother had turned on. All the lights glowed as his father plugged them in.

It was magic.