Emma woke to brightness in her room, and she smiled. "Christmas! Its Christmas!" she scrambled out of bed, and ran downstairs in her pajamas.

"Merry Christmas, Emma!" her mother and father were in the kitchen, and gave her hugs and kisses. "What's breakfast?" Emma asked, returning the gesture. "Pancakes," Mama said. "Though your father thought we could use a little exercise beforehand," Marinette grinned. Emma chewed on her lip.

"What about presents?" she asked in a small voice. "Oh, we can open presents," Adrien set down his paper with a twinkle in his eye. "But I'd thought since it snowed, you might want to build a snowman first."

Emma gasped in delight, running to the window and pressing her nose to the cold glass. Sure enough, mounds of fluffy snow filled the yard. "Papa, let's go out and play!" Emma started to dash for the door.

"Whoa, my little Ladybug!" Adrien caught her, smiling. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Emma looked down at herself and laughed. "Oops, I'm still in my pajamas!"

Soon, everyone was outside and rolling a ball of snow. Emma loved it how she matched Mama with her pink coat and Santa hat.

"Papa, is my ball big enough?" Emma asked, ten minutes later, panting. Rolling snow was hard work! "Perfect. Yours goes on top of Mama's. Here."

Emma watched admiringly as her father lifted the ball with seamless ease, but it shouldn't surprise her. Her father was Cat Noir after all.

When all three snowballs were assembled, Marinette looked at it critically. "I don't know, love. Something's missing." "Bugaboo, I'm surprised at you!" Emma giggled at Papa's special nickname for Mama. "Your the fashion designer, after all!" Marinette groaned, slapping her forehead. "That's what we're missing! A top hat and scarf! Oh, and a carrot nose!"

Emma volunteered to grab the clothes and carrot, and soon came back out. "There, I'd say he makes a proper Agreste with his top hat and buttons," Adrien said, holding hands with his daughter and wife.

"So he does," Marinette replied, smiling, then noticed Emma's pink nose. "Now, time to warm up with some pancakes!"

As Marinette worked away at stove, Emma cuddled with Papa. She grew sleepy, feeling safe in her father's arms. "Take a cat nap, love. I'll wake you when its time," Adrien whispered, giving her a kiss.

So, Emma fell asleep, snug and safe, dreaming of pancakes and presents, and the snowman she had helped to make.