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The snow fall unrelenting it quickly covered the city streets with a thick blanket of snow making them impassable until the snow plows came through the area. Fearful, the snow would cause them trouble, Cam and Michelle decided to stay overnight at the Booth/Brennan household which pleased Booth as he'd worried about their safety.

Christmas Eve slowly turned into Christmas Day and like most children anticipating presents, Parker was up at five and desperately trying to figure out a way to wake up his father and step-mother without getting into trouble.

An early riser, Hank opened the door to the guest room and almost stumbled over this great-grandson as he entered the living room, "Parker why are you sitting in the middle of the floor? Shouldn't you be asleep?"

Scrambling out of his great-grandfather's path, Parker blushed, "I was just staring at the present's Pops and waiting for everyone to get up. I can't believe everyone around here is still asleep, it's Christmas for gosh sakes."

Amused, Hank walked over to the bottom of the stair case and hollered, "Seeley, get your butt down here. I want to open presents. You're burning daylight. SEELEY! GET UP!"

Startled, Booth opened his eyes and groaned, "Damn it!"

Burying her head under her pillow, Brennan murmured, "They're your family and I don't believe in Christmas. Go down there and keep them quiet."

Not amused, Booth gingerly stood up, flexed his feet and glared at Brennan. Shaking his head, he walked around the bed, found Brennan's wrists and pulled her out of the bed.

Protesting loudly, Brennan tried to pull her wrists free, "Booth, I'm going to kick you in the testicles if you don't let me go."

Releasing her wrists, Booth stepped back, "You do that and you might not have sex for awhile."

Unrepentant, Brennan sat down on the bed and glared at her husband, "I'm sleepy and it's 5:21. I am not getting up now." Lying back down, Brennan once again placed a pillow over her head and closed her eyes.

His grandfather's voice thundering from downstairs called to him again, "SEELEY, BETTER GET UP NOW!"

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth rubbed his eyes, "Fine, stay here. I'll just tell everyone that you're a Scrooge and refused to get out of bed."

A muffled voice replied, "I don't know what that means and I don't care."

Resigned, Booth grabbed his robe, shrugged it on and left the room. Entering the hallway,he found Cam staggering down the hallway towards the stairs. Placing a hand on her elbow, Booth greeted her, "Sorry about this, Cam."

In a bad humor, Cam replied, "It's a little after five on my day off. I sleep in on my day off."

Releasing her elbow, Booth moved to the head of the stairs, "Welcome to the club." A scowl on his face, Booth moved slowly down the stairs, glaring at his grandfather the entire way. "It's not even six, Pops. Couldn't you wait another hour at least?"

Glancing at Parker, Hank shook his head, "Nope, I can't. I'm old and I don't have a lot of time to waste. Who knows this might be my last Christmas."

Arriving at the bottom of the stairs, Booth placed his hand on Hank's arm, "Don't say stuff like that Pops. You're going to be around for a lot more Christmases and that's that."

A smile replacing his frown, Hank patted his grandson's hand, "I hope so Shrimp, but it probably isn't my call." Turning, he walked down the hallway to the bathroom, "I'll be right back. Don't start unwrapping presents until I get back."

Her eyes mere slits, Cam stepped past Booth, "If I have to be up, I'm making coffee."

Walking over to the couch, Booth flopped down and closed his eyes. Parker, his hands on his hips, watched his father fall back asleep and knew it would be wise to stay silent until his great-grandfather came back. Sitting in front of the tree, he started to sort presents into piles by names.

After a few minutes, Hank returned and moved slowly into the living room. Spying Booth asleep on the couch, he moved over to the couch and sat down. Clapping his hands, he shouted, "Okay, Parker, you can play Santa Claus now."

Startled awake, Booth opened his eyes and sat up. Turning to look at his son, Booth informed him, "Bones is still asleep. Just leave her presents under the tree and she can open them later."

The smell of coffee penetrating Booth's senses, he rubbed his eyes, "I need coffee. I'll be right back." Standing, he smiled at his son who was still sorting presents. "Don't forget to look in the tree."

Surprised, the boy stood up and started to search the tree while his father walked over to the kitchen.

Entering the brightly lit room, Booth smiled at the sight of Cam sitting at the kitchen table, her arms folded on the table and her head resting on them. "Cam, why don't you go back to bed? Michelle is doing a good job of ignoring the chaos. I think the noise won't be so bad now that I'm down here."

A gentle sigh passing her lips, Cam nodded her head and stood up, "I forgot there was an eleven year old in this house. Thank God, Michelle doesn't believe in getting up early on Christmas. She's very sensible."

Amused, Booth chuckled, "You're lucky. Last year, Parker had me up at four in the morning."

Appalled, Cam left the room muttering, "Four . . . oh my God, four . . . unbelievable."

Collecting a mug from the counter, Booth poured himself a cup of freshly brewed coffee, laced it with a lot of sugar and carried the cup back into the living room. Sitting on the recliner, he sipped some coffee and smiled at his son, "You ready there, Sport?"

Ready and filled with anticipation, Parker carried over all the presents he'd found for Hank and placed them on the couch next to his great-grandfather. Next, he collected all of Booth's presents and carried them over to where his father was sitting. His mission accomplished, he hurried back and started unwrapping his presents.

Watching his son unwrap the festively wrapped boxes, Booth enjoyed the excitement radiating from the boy as each box revealed a new treasure. Making occasional remarks about the gifts, Booth shared in his son's enthusiasm and started to open his presents too. Hank, pleased to be part of his grandson's family, slowly opened his presents while keeping an eye on Booth's and Parker's joy at discovering what was hidden from them in the Christmasy decorated boxes.

Sitting at the top of the stairs, Brennan watched her step-son gleefully whoop over each present he opened. Pleased that the boy was happy, she turned her gaze upon her husband and watched him as he examined each present he opened. The look of pleasure on his face giving her pleasure in return made her realize that her absence from the merriment below wasn't necessary. She was part of Booth's family and was no longer the outsider looking in. Standing she walked down the stairs and over to where Booth was sitting. Sitting on the arm of the chair, she leaned over and kissed Booth on the cheek. "Merry Christmas."

Beaming, Booth returned her kiss, "Thanks Bones. I was hoping you'd change your mind and come down." Turning his gaze towards Parker, Booth called out, "Hey Parks, why don't you bring Bones her presents?"

Placing her hand on his arm, Brennan corrected him, "That won't be necessary, Booth. I'll open them where they are." Stepping around the mounds of discarded paper and boxes, she walked over to her pile of presents, sat down on the floor and proceeded to open the gifts.

Watching her open the festive boxes, Booth sat back and studied her as she discovered each new treasure waiting for her. Happier than he'd ever been Booth felt he'd finally got everything he'd ever wanted in life. He had the woman he loved and adored, a wonderful son, his grandfather was still in pretty good health and he had the house he's always dreamed of owning. Sighing, he shook his head, "I'm the luckiest guy around."

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