Not very long, but I felt the need to put it in anyways.
"Tati! Wake up Tati!" Sparrow squealed, jumping on Bruce. "It's christmas!"
"Christmas!" Dick agreed, jumping on Bruce as well. "Come on Bruce, wake up!"
"Mmmrfff..." Bruce's eyes opened to see two little faces peering down at him.
"Merry Christmas, Bruce!" they both yelled in unison, and Bruce had to smile.
"Merry Christmas, you two. Did you go see what santa left you?" Bruce asked, rubbing his eyes and trying not to look tired.
"Not without you, silly! Come on!" Sparrow grabbed Bruce's hand and they all ran to the stairs, Bruce laughing slightly at their excitement. They both leaped onto the banister, siding down it in their stockinged feet and leaping off...
"Santa came, Santa came!" Dick cheered, and Sparrow stared at the tree they'd all decorated, now surrounded by presents.
Alfred cheerily set up the camera so they could film the children's first christmas at the Wayne manor, smiling at the childlike excitement.
"Now, who wnts to open first?" Bruce asked. "You do!" Sparrow sang, and Dick quickly handed him a box wrapped in the comics from the newspaper.
"You two didn't have to get me anything..." Bruce said.
"Open it, Bruce." Dick urged. Bruce was touched they'd actually get him something, and he opened it to find a hand-painted mug that read, BEST DAD EVER.
Bruce smiled. "I love it. Thanks, you two."
"You're welcome!" they chorused. "Alfred's turn!" Sparrow announced, holding up a small box.
"Why I never... you shouldn't have!" Alfred said, looking rather surprised as he came out from behind the camera.
"Just open it, Alfie!" Sparrow said, bouncing in the balls of her feet with excitement. Alfred carefully peeled back the paper...
"Cufflinks! Why thank you! How on earth did you know I was needing new ones?" Alfred asked.
Dick shrugged. "Sparrow said it should be something fancy..."
"And what says fancy more than cufflinks?" Sparrow asked, and everyone chuckled at her cuteness. "Thank you very much, Masters..." Alfred said, truly touched. "They weren't the only ones that got you something, Alfred." Bruce said, handing the butler a box.
"Master Bruce, there really was no need..." Alfred said, looking quite flustered.
"Don't thank him until after you open it, Alfie!" Dick admonished, and everyone laughed again. Alfred opened it to reveal several historical novel's he'd been intent on buying himself...
"How?" Alfred asked, looking shocked. Bruce smiled. "I'm Batman." was all he said.
Sparrow looked around and found a gift addressed to Dick, nudging it towards him, Bruce watched, slightly confused, until he saw the childish attempt at wrapping Sparrow had made and realized she'd gotten it for Dick...
Dick stared. "For me?" he asked, and Sparrow nodded, eyes shining as she bounced silently in excitement.
Dick pulled off the paper and found...
"Batman comics issue number 771! How on earth did you find it!?" Dick asked, and Sparrow giggled. "The internet, silly."
"I... thanks!" Dick said, hugging her before handing her a present that had dick's careful attempt at being wrapped. She tore into it, opening the shoebox to reveal... A batman plushie. She squealed in delight, pulling it out and hugging him. "It's so squishy!" she yelled, and everyone laughed.
"Here, Dick..." Bruce handed his son a large box and Dick opened it, staring...
"The new hot wheels set! Thanks, Bruce!" Dick lunged at Bruce, hugging him, and Bruce smiled, ruffling his hair. "No problem, Dick."
Bruce handed Sparrow a box next, and she tore it open, grinning at the remote control plane. "Thanks, Bruce!"
Bruce was left watching them, a feeling he hadn't felt in years since his parents had been killed, bubbling within him. It was joy. Winter had meant nothing to him before, Christmas had been non-existient. He hadn't wanted ti remember how empty the holidays were without his parents...
Now, though, he WAS the parent. And the holidays were anything BUT empty with these two...
And so the morning went, leaving both Bruce and Alfred to smile as the children finished opening gifts and started trying to assemble the gifts. They'd gotten up at five in the morning, and by noon Dick was flying the plane scarlet had got, since both siblings had been intent on sharing their gifts, and Scarlet was curled up amidst all the wrapping paper shreds, asleep, thumb in her mouth, holding her Batman plushie. Bruce smiled. It had been the best Christmas- the first Christmas he'd truly celebrated- in years.