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Prompt: White Christmas


It's Beginning To Look a Lot Like Christmas

"Psst! Dipper! Wake up!"

Groaning softly, Dipper blearily opened his eyes and squinted at his sister. "What?" he asked groggily.

"It's snowing!" Mabel said excitedly, pointing towards the window. "It's our first Christmas snowfall!"

"Of course it's snowing," said Dipper with a yawn. He rolled over and snuggled into his warm blankets. "It's Oregon."

"Come on," whined Mabel, shaking her brother insistently. "This is our first proper winter. We can't miss our very first snowfall!"

With a soft sigh, Dipper reluctantly sat up. "All right, all right." He stretched and stepped to the floor, flinching at the cold that sent prickles through his feet. "But only for a bit."

Grinning, Mabel grabbed her brother's hand and dragged him out of the attic and downstairs. They shrugged on their coats and boots and eased open the front door, trying to be as quiet as possible.

When Dipper stepped out onto the front porch and saw the fluffy, fat white snowflakes swaying gently down from the grey sky, he was glad that Mabel had disturbed him from his slumber.

"It's beautiful," breathed Mabel, transfixed by the snow.

"It is," agreed Dipper. He stepped off the porch and attempted to make a footprint in the snow. He underestimated just how deep it was and he fell forwards with a startled yelp. Snow got into the front of his jacket and tumbled down his pajama top. He jumped to his feet and shook himself wildly in an attempt to get the chunks of ice free. "Cold! It's cold!"

Mabel burst into laughter at her brother's discomfort. Scowling, Dipper narrowed his eyes at her and knelt down, gathering some snow into his bare hands and creating a snowball, ignoring the chill that rippled through his nerves.

"You think it's funny, huh? Well, let's see if you laugh at this!"

His snowball struck his sister dead in the face. She spluttered in surprise, her cheeks immediately reddening with cold. "Oh, it's so on!" she cried.

Soon snowballs were flying everywhere, the white spheres soaring through the air. Mabel ducked one of Dipper's projectiles and launched her snowball, cackling when it nailed her brother in the shoulder.

"Got you—oof!"

Dipper pumped his fist in victory when his snowball smacked her in the stomach. "Ha! You were saying?"

"What in the heck are you two doing?"

The twins halted their battle and turned around, staring with wide eyes at Stan, who stood on the porch in his slippers and red housecoat. His hands were on his hips and he wore an annoyed expression.

"Oh, um…it's snowing," said Dipper sheepishly.

"I can see that." Stan arched an eyebrow. "It's also two in the morning, and you're soaking wet."

Now that the excitement of their snowball fight had died down, they realized for the first time that the hem of their pajama pants and jackets sagged with moisture, and their faces and hands were numb with cold.

At their shivering bodies, Stan shook his head and pointed at the door. "Inside. Now."

The twins obeyed, hurrying inside and taking off their jackets and boots. Stan closed the door behind them and ushered the twins into the kitchen. He turned on the kettle and turned to his niece and nephew as it started to hiss.

"Why were you outside at two in the morning, freezing your butts off?"

"It's our very first winter snowfall," answered Mabel, rocking back on her heels. "We wanted to experience it."

"The snow is still going to be here in a few hours, squirt."

"Yeah, but if it snowed again, it would have been our second snowfall. It wouldn't have been the same."

"We didn't mean to stay out so long," said Dipper sheepishly. "We just got carried away."

"Try to control yourselves next time and wait until it's a decent hour," said Stan dryly. "I don't want to wake up to two frozen runtsicles."

"We will," promised Dipper, and Mabel crossed her fingers over her heart.

"Go change," instructed Stan. "I'll be up with hot chocolate when it's finished. Maybe it'll help you get feeling back into your toes."

"With marshmallows?" asked Mabel hopefully.

Stan lightly pinched her nose. "We'll see. Room, now."

The two scampered off, desiring warm clothes and their cozy blankets. But they doubted they would be able to get to sleep with all the excitement flooding through their veins.

They were going to experience their first White Christmas, and they couldn't wait.