Threesquares prompt: This is the third of three prompts for the Secret Santa project. Characters: Brennan and Booth, Please some Christmasy something something . . . Tree, Santa, ornaments, whatever. Please exclude Daisy.

So obviously this is a Christmas story and the last chapter in this story.

I don't own Bones.

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Walking into their house, Booth looked around and shouted, "Bones, where the Hell are you?"

Sighing, Brennan walked out of the kitchen and replied, "I'm in the kitchen Booth. You don't have to shout my name."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth replied, "I need help with my Christmas tree. I need you to hold the door open and make sure that it doesn't squish my tree."

Smiling, Brennan walked over to where Booth was standing and asked, "Did you get a reasonable size tree this year? The tree you got last year was too wide for your apartment and it stabbed us whenever we walked by it."

Snorting, Booth responded, "This house is a lot bigger than my dinky apartment, Bones."

Worried, Brennan commented, "That wasn't an answer to my question."

Laughing, Booth walked out of the doorway and over to his truck to get his tree.

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Once Booth had the tree in the house, Brennan realized that the tree Booth bought was even bigger than the one he had bought last year. Watching him move their furniture around so that he could put the tree up in front of the living room window, Brennan resigned herself to being stabbed again this year.

Booth, finally getting his tree up, noticed that the top of the tree scraped the ceiling. Grimacing, Booth glanced at Brennan and replied, "Don't worry, I can fix that. I'll just lop off a little of the bottom of the tree or the top of the tree. I just need to think about it for a minute."

Blowing air through her lips, Brennan turned and walked back towards the kitchen, "I see you'll be repainting the ceiling next spring."

Glancing up at the ceiling, Booth shrugged his shoulders, "Oh well, that's next spring. Don't worry about it."

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Booth had lopped off a little off the top of the tree so it was no longer stabbing the ceiling. After Booth had the tree centered in the window, he had gone up in to the attic and brought down all of his boxes of Christmas ornaments. Lugging the boxes into the living room, Booth opened each box and looked in them to see what he had. After inspecting his ornaments, Booth walked into the kitchen to talk to Brennan.

"You know, Bones. We have a new house we should have new ornaments."

Frowning, Brennan pointed out, "Booth, you have five boxes of Christmas ornaments. You're telling me that you can't use those to decorate with?"

Walking over to the fridge, Booth opened it and snagged a beer. Opening the bottle, Booth turned and looked at Brennan, "I thought I'd do a theme."

"You always do a theme."

"I thought I'd do a new theme for Christine."

Staring at Booth's earnest face, Brennan commented, "Christine is too young to understand themes Booth. She won't care what you decorate the tree with."

Sipping his beer, Booth then lowered the bottle and stared at the label, peeling a little piece from the bottle, "I want her first tree to be special."

Smiling, Brennan responded, "It's your tree Booth. Decorate how ever you like."

Grinning, Booth stepped closer to Brennan and put his left arm around her waist, "I want the tree to be special for you too."

Kissing Booth, Brennan responded, "Thank you Booth. I know you will do a beautiful job. You always do."

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After dinner, Booth had driven over to Lowes and looked at their decorations. Studying the available decorations, Booth decided on his theme.

Arriving home, Booth saw that Brennan wasn't downstairs. Assuming she was upstairs with Christine, Booth opened his boxes of new decorations and started to decorate. Working steadily, Booth was pleased that he had finished the tree decorating that evening. Packing the now empty boxes, Booth carried them up to the attic and deposited them with the other boxes of decorations that he had brought back up before dinner.

Walking into the bedroom, Booth found Brennan asleep. Smiling, Booth watched Brennan sleep for a little while. Yawning, Booth realized that he was tired and walked into the bathroom for a shower.

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Booth had been asleep for awhile when he heard Christine crying. Waking up, Booth saw that Brennan was still asleep; so, he slipped out of bed and walked down the hallway to Christine's bedroom. Walking into the room, Booth found his daughter standing up in bed, holding onto the railing, wailing.

"What's the matter, Christine? Are you hungry?"

Leaning against the railing, Christine held up her arms and cried, "Dada".

Smiling, Booth picked up his daughter and checked her diaper. Finding it dry, Booth decided that she was either hungry or just wanted attention. Carrying her downstairs, Booth took her into the kitchen and put some milk in a sippy cup and carried his child and the sippy cup into the living room. Flipping a switch, Booth the lit the Christmas tree and then sat down on the couch with Christine. While she drank, Booth explained the decorations on the tree.

Brennan rolling over in bed realized that she was alone. Opening her eyes, Brennan looked towards the bathroom and saw that the light was off. Curious about Booth's whereabouts, Brennan slid out of bed and walked down the hallway to Christine's room. Finding her child missing, Brennan walked downstairs to find Booth sitting on the couch with the sleeping toddler in his arms.

Smiling, Brennan walked over to the couch and sat down next to Booth and their daughter. "Booth the tree is beautiful. All the little angels and the snow flakes are very pretty."

Pointing to the top of the tree, Booth asked, "Did you see the tree topper?"

Looking up, Brennan saw a small Santa Claus swinging a lit lantern back and forth.

Staring at the Santa Claus, Booth commented, "I know the Santa doesn't really fit in with the Angel theme; but, I really liked the Santa tree topper. So, what do you think?"

Placing her left arm around Booth's right arm, Brennan leaned against Booth and replied, "The Santa Claus is very nice. I think the whole tree is beautifully decorated and I'm sure Christine loves it. . . . I think we should take pictures of the tree and start an album. Each year we'll take pictures of our tree and then we'll always have a reminder of your themes."

"So I did good?"

Smiling, Brennan replied, "You did more than good Booth. You're tree is quite memorable and beautiful. You did very well."

Beaming, Booth hugged his daughter and then Brennan. Turning his gaze back on the tree, Booth watched the little Santa Claus on top of the tree swinging his golden lantern back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

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Merry Christmas and happy New Year.