Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and Hey There Delilah

a/n: I won't be able to update a lot because I'm going back to school soon but there will be at least one more chapter besides this. I'm so sorry about taking so long to update. Sorry about the timing in this story but opening presents will be next.

Lovesreading2: Lol. I would love to be in that closet too.

Bandgeek99: Love the name. You probably shouldn't be near other people when you read this. I'm putting most off the pranks in this.

SharkiesGirl: Thanks for the tips! I'll definitely put that in for Christmas morning.

After 2 hours off searching by candles (Hermione some how forgot to tell the boys that they were wizards), Ron and Harry fixed the lights. Already the smell of overcooked turkey filled the house until the smoke alarm went off. The boys and Ginny were watching the annual quidditch game, Appleby Arrows against Tutshill Tornados. That's probably why Harry smelled a burning…odor.

There was only one minor mishap after that. Fred attached a piece of mistletoe to Angelina using magic and followed her around. As did George with Alicia. Sirius was busy being a glutton by stealing the popcorn strings from Dumbledore. All was well in the Potter household until dinner time when all the Weasleys arrived.

Ginny stormed in to the kitchen, her flaming red hair making her seem even more menacing. She was promptly followed by Hermione who came in with her nose in a book. Seeing the enraged Ginny, she said," She'll be gone in the morning to make sure everything is perfect in her perfect Shell Cottage." Obviously, the problem was Fleur who insisted on fixing the wreaths with "real" holly from her home country France. That was the just beginning. Gourmet eggnog, ice sculptures, and velvet ribbons and hats were all on the list. Ginny was not amused by these suggestions. None the less, life went on.

The crackling of the fire was masked by the loud yells of Fred and George accompanied by the murmurings of everybody else. The enticing smell of rich food filled the room as Ginny brought in the turkey and Hermione, Ron, and Harry followed with side dishes. The turkey was fine thanks to a cleverly devised spell courtesy of Fred, George and Sirius. Ginny was too tired to be cautious. Everyone gathered around the table, dressed in their finest clothes. Most of the girls wore velvet dresses that the adoring grandparents ahhed at. The boys, what was left showing under the dirt, wore sweaters and pants. Ending the toast that nobody was listening too, Harry proceeded, along with everyone else, to dig in. Sirius reached for a drumstick when somebody slapped his hand. "Hey!" he roared unhappily. "Who did that?" Everyone was too busy staring at what was in front off him.

The turkey, perfectly browned and seasoned stared, or what seemed like a stare, at Sirius. Tom, (the kids named the turkey) started to hit Sirius on the head. Fred and George burst out laughing at this. The turkey advanced menacingly on them next. Suddenly, without warning, the turkey burst out dancing and singing. Tom started singing a popular choice, a different version of Hey There Delilah.

Hey there Tom the turkey.

What's it like in Sirius stomach?

I'm a couple feet away but Tom today I can hear you in his stomach.

Yes I can.

Times Square can't be as loud as you.

I swear it's true.

Out of nowhere a cane, a hat and some tap dancing shoes appeared on the turkey. It did a magnificent dance routine until Sirius jumped up, body slammed the turkey and ate the drumstick. Silence followed with the weird sound of cricket chirps until everybody burst out laughing…except Ginerva Potter and Molly Weasley. Simitaniously. they roared, "FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY! I WILL HEX YOU IN TO OBLIVION." Some things never change.