A/N: Yayyyyyyy, it's December! And we all know what that means…CHRISTMAS THEMED STORIES AND CHAPTERS! YAYYYYYY! Oh, and a four month anniversary on New Years (which can only be described as totally awesome).

Anyway, here's a Christmas morning in the Jackson house-hold! Mewwy Chwistmas evewybody! :D

Percy's POV

"Daddy, Daddy! Wake up!" Sky squealed, while slamming her weight right into her unsuspecting father's stomach. One's abs could only be so resilient, and they didn't take well to having fifty pounds of determined little girl slamming into them.

He groaned and wrapped his arms around his still snoozing wife, in a lame attempt to remain sleeping. It didn't work.

Since 42 pounds known as Luke Jackson threw himself onto Percy's arms, and rolled over onto his wife, who woke up at the sudden change of weight. "Mommy, wake up! Pleeeaaasssse? It's Christmasssssss!"

Much to Percy's surprise, she groaned and wrapped her legs and arms around him. "In a few hours…" she groaned out. But their kids weren't done yet.

Somehow, two year old Tyson managed to climb on top of the bed…and sat right on his face, effectively cutting off Percy's air supply, even though he only weighed a grand total of 31 pounds.

And then the kid farted, further causing Percy to choke.

Annabeth shrieked, which caused Sky to shriek and fall right off the bed (somehow), which caused Luke to start fall off the bed as well (he tended to follow his sister anywhere, including the ladies restroom), which caused Tyson to wail his head off (cause he was a bit sensitive still), which then caused (as if Percy and Annabeth weren't already screwed enough) Perseus Bobby Jackson (yes, PBJ. Annabeth let Percy do it) to wail his little head off.

While Percy sprang up to help Sky and Luke on the floor, Annabeth scooped up Tyson and Perseus and start to soothe them the way she knew best. Percy just tickled Sky and Luke, which never seemed to really fail in making them not only giggle, but making them happy.

When everyone was finally all okay again, Percy announced he was going shower. The kids ran off to the living room to sort their presents out so they could immediately begin tearing through them ASAP, Percy scooped up Annabeth and carried her bridal-style into the bathroom to shower, while she giggled into his chest.

And when they got out almost an hour later, they were much, much more relaxed. And the smell of his sons fart had finally left Percy's nostrils.

Upon walking out of the bathroom in sweatpants, holding hands with Annabeth, clad in his sweater and her sweat pants, he felt much better.

"Can we open them now, Daddy?!" Sky squealed, eyeing her presents with an almost animalistic hunger.

Slightly frightened of his own daughter, and now terrified for her teenage years, he nodded and plopped down on the couch, resting contently.

Well, until something hard was thrown at his forehead. He opened his eyes and looked down at the offending item, and saw his own phone resting on his lap. He looked up, and saw that Annabeth was pissed.

"Um," he said nervously. "Yes, dear?"

"Record. Now."

He nodded and scrambled to get to his camera, finally swiping over to the video part and pressed the red button. He managed to do it fast enough that he caught Sky tearing open her first present.

And so, his morning went. Recording and recording and recording, while Annabeth sat close to the two littlest ones to help them open their little gifts. Usually, he just watched all the gift tearing from his Laz-Y-Boy, but for some reason, Annabeth had him record this year. Oh well.

They were his kids. It's not like there was ever a dull moment in this household. But Percy loved it just the way it is.

And when he saw Annabeth grinning at him while he recorded, and he moved the phone to the side to see her beautiful grin with his own eyes, he knew she felt the same way.