A/N: So this is the last one, finally after year and half I finished it. I hope you enjoyed my ficletts as I enjoyed writing them. Maybe I write soon another Bonanza story, well see.
Ben sat on his favorite chair, reading a book he had wanted to read for so long and never find the time, around him were his sons laughing voices and outs said the wind was raving. Heavy drops landed on the ground; Ben was certain that in the morning the snowdrifts were so high that they can't open the door.
But it didn't mater, he was home, his sons were home, and tomorrow was Christmas Eve.
"Hoss, stop eating the popcorn. You should string them not eat them." Ben raised his eyes when he heard Adams words. He could hold back his smile, the bowel what had been full was now half empty and there seemed to be only 50 popcorns on the string.
"But I'm mighty hungry." His second sun declared.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean you should eat all the popcorn. Supper will be ready soon." Adam said he didn't look up from the box from his knees.
"And when the popcorn is gone, you will be the one who is going to explain to Hop Sing why it is all gone and so little on the string. He won't be happy." Joe giggled from his place from the floor he looked thru second box.
Ben was content, there was peace, his sons were decorating he tree they had brought in to the house in the morning. Adam and Joe didn't fight with each other; Hoss didn't have to be the peacemaker. It was that time when all the troubles and worries were forgotten.
"Look what I found!" Joes yell got him out from his thoughts. He looked what his youngest son was holding, it was an angel, but not just simple angel. He remembered when his sons had made it. It was Christmas right after Marie had dyed. Adam and Hoss had tried to make him happy again. Adam had made proposition to make an angel for the tree top to honor Marie. Six year old Joe didn't understand why only his mother should be the one who was honored. So after his complains and reasoning; the brothers decided to make the angel together. That's how that unusual angel was created.
"I think she should find her way to the top of the tree. What to you think boys?" Ben looked his sons. Who nodded in agreement.
Next morning when Ben waited for his sons to come down to open presents. He looked up to the tree where the angel rested. It was an unusual angel her hair was made from yellow, red and black yarn. Her dress was made from three different colored fabrics, blue, red and green. The angel smiled down at him. His tree sons had honored their mothers. Ben looked at her and her gentle smile. She looked so like his late Elizabeth, Inger and Marie. He smiled up at her, "I hope you are proud of our sons, my wives. They have grown into fine men." Angel smiled, like she knew a secret. And Ben knew his wives were for ever guarding their sons.