Patsy snuggled closer to Delia subconsciously under a mountain of blankets, forming a cocoon of warmth around them. Daylight was scarce due to the overcast sky, but Patsy knew dawn was creeping up without having to look at the clock. Wanting every minute of sleep she could get, the ginger breathed deeply and nuzzled Delia's neck, who was stretched out contentedly, much like a cat.
All too soon however, they both heard it:
"SANTA CLAUSS!"
"No," Delia whimpered, "How can he possibly-"
"SANTA, SANTA, SANTA!"
"He's a four-year-old child, he lives for Christmas Day," Patsy mumbled into the hollow of Delia's throat.
"Well, if you hadn't been telling him about it for the past three weeks…" Delia garbled reproachfully.
"I love Christmas," Patsy said defensively.
"At six in the morning?" Delia queried, "After staying up until midnight putting those presents under the tree?"
"Oh, shush, you have all day to take a nap before we go to Trixie's," Patsy said with a stretch before planting a kiss on the tip of Delia's nose, making her scrunch up her face.
"MUMMY, SANTA CLAUSS!"
Patsy groaned, not wanting to leave the warmth of their bed, making Delia smirk.
There was a soft knock on the door and a very tired-looking Ellie cracked the door open.
"Don't worry, I'll get him," Ellie said, mockingly rolling her eyes as if making some great sacrifice. The young woman hobbled off, leaving the door cracked and drawing a giggle from her parents.
"I swear, she's more of an adult than we are," Delia chortled, wrapping her arms around Patsy.
"Hmm," Patsy thrummed, pressing her forehead on Delia's, "Merry Christmas, darling."
"Merry Christmas, cariad."