Disclaimer: I own nothing. JK owns all of the canon characters. I've added some nothing characters which are mine technically. The song lyrics to "Christmas Time is Here" belong to Lee Mendelson; the music belongs to Vince Guaraldi. Now you must REVIEW!!!!!

"Christmas time is here,
happiness and cheer,
fun for all that children call
their favorite time of the year."

Molly hurried down the cobblestone street, using one hand to push the pram and the other to hold her eldest son's hand tightly. "Now Bill, don't let go of Charlie."

"I won't Mummy," Bill replied obediently, tugging a bit harder then necessary on his little brother's arm.

"Owe! Mum, Bill is hurting me."

"Don't hurt your brother. Now we just need to get one more thing and then, if you're good, we'll get ice cream." She let out a huff. "I hope Walstone's still has a good turkey," she mumbled to herself, putting on a burst of speed. The sooner she got all of her shopping done, the sooner they could all head home. It was two days before Christmas and she had a long list of things to do. They had been in Diagon Alley since half twelve and it was now dangerously close to supper time.

"Mummy," Charlie whined.

"Charles Weasley, you know better than to whine. Use your normal voice." She saw Bill's smirk out of the corner of her eye.

"But, I'm soooo hungry," he complained.

"I know, I know dear. We just have to get one more thing. Why don't you and Bill decide which flavor of ice cream you're going to get."

She paused as a group of Swedish tourists filed across the street, blocking the grocery entrance. As soon as they had passed, she dodged into the store, never letting go of Bill's hand. She saw a large display in the back. There were brightly wrapped Turkeys stacked up in a large, glass-front cabinet. She sighed. There was no way she would be able to push a cart and still keep hold of the boys. "Now you two, I'm going to leave you here for a minute. You are not allowed to budge from this bench. I'm going to leave Percy here to and so help me if you wander off or wake your brother up, you will be getting no ice cream and bed without dinner when you get home. Do I make myself clear?" Bill and Charlie nodded, sitting on the bench. Molly gave her own curt nod and headed toward the turkeys.

She hadn't been gone more than thirty seconds when she heard a crash. She closed her eyes tightly, willing it not to be her sons. She turned slowly. "BILIUS AND CHARLES WEASLEY!" she boomed. The five and three-year-olds looked up guiltily, covered from top to toe in custard. Apparently, as soon as her back was turned, Charlie had shoved Bill rather violently, spurring the him to push back . . . into a large display coincidently right beside the bench where they were supposed to be sitting.

The shop owner came marching up the boys and Molly rushed toward them, her face flushed in embarrassment. Percy was wailing, his arms waving madly. She picked him up. "I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, trying to shush Percy, apologize to the shop keeper and glare at Bill and Charlie all at the same time. The result was a frightfully frenzied expression. She drew her wand from her pocket and pointed it at the display.

"Well ma'am, I just can't have-"

"I know and don't you worry. They will be severely punished when they get home," she sent the two a nasty glare.

"Well, I should hope so! I've half a mind to make them stay here and work off the damage!" he boomed, looking at the boys sternly. He then leaned toward Molly, out of Bill and Charlie's ear shot. "I have four boys myself," he whispered, giving her a reassuring smile. "You clean them up and I'll fetch your turkey." She could have cried! He gave her arm a reassuring squeeze before tossing a distinctly disgruntled look Bill and Charlie's way.

When they got home, Arthur was there, sitting at the now set kitchen table reading the Evening Prophet . Without a word, Molly parked Percy's pram and marched the little boys into their room. You could say many things about Molly Weasley but no one could every say she was inconsistent. She made up two plates of toast and two glasses of water which she levitated into their room. "Hard day?" Arthur asked, setting down his paper.

"I suppose so," she replied, smiling despite herself. No one had ever been so understanding before. She knew how she and her family must look to the rest of the world but, just this once, she felt like someone understood what she was going through. That brief moment of understanding was all the Christmas present she wanted that year. She set a bowl of stew in front of Arthur before tucking in to her own dinner, Percy slumbering happily nearby.

The next morning, Christmas Eve morning, Bill and Charlie wandered into the kitchen, staring at their scrubby, wrinkled, sock-covered feet. Each red head was mussed and their tiny faces held traces of tears. Her hear melted. "Good morning dears," she greeted, setting two giant plates of pancakes on the table.

"We, are we . . . " Bill trailed off, staring greedily at the pancakes.

"All is forgiven. It's a new day and you've been punished. It's all over. Happy Christmas Eve. Uncle Gideon and Uncle Fabian are coming later to help you make your Gingerbread Houses. Now eat up, you look dead on your feet." They didn't need telling twice and both climbed into their respective seats.

"There chocolate chip!" Charlie exclaimed, grinning widely.

"Yes, well you deserve something special on Christmas Eve," Molly said softly, kissing both of them on the tops of their ginger heads. She could feel it was going to be a marvelous Christmas.

A/N: This came from the blending together of two of my childhood experiences. I know it's been a while but things are getting really busy here. I have a presentation this week, a paper next week and another paper the next week. That's without concerts and parties and things so I don't know how soon I'm going to be able to post. I still hope to get out twelve chapters by Christmas Even though! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!