"Uncle Roman! Tell Weiss to share!"

"Weiss, share with Blake," Roman sighed and continued, "Your parents gave me permission to take any of your presents back if you were being bad."

Weiss pouted and handed the toy sword to her sister. Blake took it and proceeded to run around the room, hopping on chairs and pretending she was a pirate from one of her stories with Weiss in tow.

"Neo, what do you think of your new parasol?" Roman inquired, looking at his daughter as she admired her gift.

"…!"

"I'm glad you like it. Here, let me show you something," Roman said, brandishing his own cane. He stood up and spun his cane around his fingers with a flourish. "Go ahead and try it."

Neo climbed up on the arm of the couch and tried to copy her father, twirling the parasol once, twice, then - SMACK!

"OW!" Weiss cried out, her hands shooting up to her head, where a knot was already beginning to form. "That hurt!"

"Don't worry, Weiss! I'll avenge you!" Blake said before rambunctiously jumping up to the couch and pointing her sword at Neo.

"Blake! It was an accident, leave her alone while I take care of your sister," Roman said as he pulled Weiss to the kitchen. Uh oh, Roman thought as he opened his freezer, No ice packs.

"Uncle Roman, this really hurts!" Weiss sobbed as she held the bump on her head.

"I know princess, I'm looking," Roman replied absentmindedly while looking around for something to stop the swelling and ease the pain. There was his bottle of bourbon that Weiss and Blake's parents had gifted him after dumping these two ruffians off with him so they could make their reservation..., Roman pondered. No, that was too good to waste any. Maybe…, his gaze shifted to the snowy ground outside.

"Never shall you attack my Weissy again!" Blake howled as she chased Neo through the kitchen.

A plot hatched in Roman's head. He knelt next to his niece and gently took her shoulders, "Weiss, do you want to know a secret?"

The heiress's eyes widened and any pain that was dispelled immediately by her intense curiosity. "Yes, Uncle Roman, please tell me!"

"Ok, but only if you promise to keep it a secret. Do you promise?"

Weiss nodded her head vigorously.

"Ok, there's something you should know. The Moon can heal anything. Do you know how we know that?"

Weiss shook her head, but her hand returned to the spot where her knot was supposed to be.

"You see all that snow outside? It's pieces of the Moon falling to us. So if we go outside –" Roman slid the door open and scooped up and handful of snow, "- And get some snow –" Roman packed the snow as he continued, "- We can make that bump go away in no time."

Weiss's piercing blue eyes were fixed on the snow in front of her. She reached out and took the clump of snow from Roman, and placed it on her head.

"Ok now, run along and play. Oh, and tell Blake to stop picking on –"

"…!" Neo ran back through the kitchen and jumped on her father's back, with Blake in hot pursuit.

"Aw, that's no fair!" Blake whined, her ears twitching angrily underneath her bow. "Come down and play! We were only getting started!"

"…"

"No, Neo, I'm not going to put Blake in timeout. She just wants to play," Roman said, prying Neo's arms from around his neck and setting her gently on the ground. "Here, use your parasol. You can open it as long as you don't knock over anything in the house."

"Uncle Roman, isn't it my turn to play with it again?" Weiss inquired as she hungrily eyed the toy sword.

"But what about your head? You were just saying that it hurt a moment ago," a frustrated Roman responded.

"You were right, the Moon made it better!" Weiss chirped back before extending the half melted snowball to Roman.

Roman sighed and relieved the young girl of the chunk of snow. Blake – after reluctantly handing over the toy sword to her sister, approached Roman.

"Uncle Roman?"

"What?!" Roman snapped, rubbing his forehead while letting the snow melt in his hand. After not getting a response, he looked up to see a terrified trio of girls in front of them, each with a gift in hand.

"W-we just w-wanted to give y-you these…" Blake said, her eyes filling with water.

"I'm sorry girls, come here, all of you," He said as he crouched down and pulled all three in for a hug.

"…?"

"No, Neo, I could never stay mad at you three."

"…?"

A chuckle escaped from Roman. "No, you didn't ruin Christmas. In fact, having you three here has made it the best one yet."