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"When we recall Christmas past, we usually find that the simplest things - not the great occasions - give off the greatest glow of happiness."
-Bob Hope

Molly woke up to three pairs of eyes staring up at her, their small faces practically glowing in anticipation. The tallest was Bill, here eldest. He was eight and growing up far too fast for her liking. Charlie was next. He was much shorter than Bill, having taken from her side of the family. Even at six, he was stocky, with broad shoulders and strong arms. The youngest of the three was Percy, her little helper. He was just two but already acted as her eyes and ears around the house. "Happy Christmas Mum!" they exclaimed in chorus.

"Happy Christmas dears," she greeted, pushing herself up against the headboard. Arthur stirred next to her and, in a moment was as awake as she was.

"Can we open presents now?" Charlie asked, clasping his hands in front of him. "Can we Dad, can we?"

"Not until we've eaten breakfast and then only one. You know the rules," Molly stated calmly. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and grabbed her dressing gown.

"Ugh!" Charlie let out, following her closely. "Why just one?" he whined. Molly rolled her eyes, not answering.

"Because Charlie," Bill began. "Uncle Gid, Uncle Ben and Grandad are coming round for Christmas dinner and we open presents as a family." Charlie gave Bill a dirty look as if to say 'I wasn't asking you!'.

"Mum," Percy pulled on her robe.

"What is it Percy?" she asked, pulling the flour down from the cupboard.

"I'm hungry."

"I know, breakfast will be ready in five minutes. Why don't you three go and get Fred and George. They should be awake by now." Her three elder sons scurried off to get the babies. She couldn't believe that less than ten years ago, none of them had been around. It had just been her and Arthur, alone. She shook her head slowly, pouring the flour into a bowl. It was a special day so she was making scones, sausages, eggs, the works.

After the family of seven had had their fill, they all settled around the fireplace in the living room. Percy was wearing an old, bowler hat that Arthur had rigged with Christmas lights and tinsel and, with Bill's help, was passing out the presents each family member had selected as their first gift. Molly's eyes darted to Charlie who had an almost painful look plastered on his excited face. He had been talking of only one toy for months and she knew he wanted it more than anything in the whole world. They had seen it in a toy shop window over the summer and Molly had had to physically pull him away.

"Here Mummy," Percy handed her a small package she knew was from the three of them. Fred, who was on her lap, tried to grab it.

"No, no Freddy," she chided softly, handing him his favorite toy, a violent green rubber chicken Fabian had given him. Arthur had George in his arms and was trying to fend off the eight-month-old who was trying to get at the tea in his hand.

Molly heard Charlie's swift intake of breath as Bill handed him his present. "Okay, Fred and George first!" Bill commanded. Arthur "helped" the babies unwrap a pair of teddy bears from cousin Max. Then it was Percy's turn. He held the book of fairy tales in his small hands reverently. Then it was Charlie's turn. He looked almost too scared to open it and only moved after Bill gave him a violent push. He drew the paper back slowly, not breathing. His eyes went big and a gigantic grin spread across his face. He looked up and locked eyes with Molly. Her heart melted.

"Do you like it Charlie?" Arthur asked, grinning widely himself. Charlie nodded furiously.

"Thank you," he managed, his voice sounding tight and choked. "It's brilliant!"

"I'm glad you like it dear," Molly replied brightly. "It" was a working diagram of a dragon harem in which the tiny figurines actually flew and breathed fire. Molly couldn't blame the boy for setting his heart to it; she was tempted to play with it herself.

Bill loved his real Egyptian fedora; Molly loved her homemade snow globe and Arthur rushed to his shed to put his new spark plugs with the others in his collection but no one seemed as happy as Charlie. The rest of the morning rushed by and soon Gideon, Fabian and her father had arrived bearing brightly colored packages, gobs of sweets and bottles of fire whisky.

Molly pulled the chicken from the oven. Dinner was simple that year, nothing like last year's feast, but Charlie's gift had been expensive. They weren't destitute though, not yet. They were still able to splurge a bit and the look on Charlie's face was enough to feed Molly's appetite for a whole year.

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