The vixen's house was ornamented for the most wonderful time of the year. While none of the stuff she had done was fancy or out of the home magazines, her decorating did the job of giving the living room a festive appearance.
The room was under the spell of her favorite peppermint-scented candle, which she had lit some time before she was expecting company to come. Strands of white lights had been strung over the doorway, so the area was bright when visitors walked through it. Over there and in several other spots in the house were some bows made of patterned ribbon, not fancy but still pretty to look at, that she had made herself. She didn't have a lot of money to put towards a large amount of expensive decorations, so a quick trip to the craft store in town supplied her with everything she needed to give her house extra touches of Christmas cheer.
Positioned on top of some shelves were some Christmas cards that she had received from family and some of her friends. While the amount she had received wasn't as many as she did in previous years, since everybody now seemed to wish folks a merry Christmas using technology, she was genuinely surprised that she had gotten one back from almost everyone she sent one to.
On the television in the corner of the living room played a video of a crackling fireplace, not too loudly but enough to supply some ambience. While it wasn't the same as having a real fireplace (like the one she had growing up a long time ago), it still gave her that cozy feeling.
Mrs. Wilde now sat in the large and comfy gray chair. Hanging on the to the side of her were several pictures of her son, back when he was a few years old, back when she used to call him "Little Nicky." After not seeing her son for so long, him starting to come home for the holidays, along with the rabbit he was wedded to, had been a blessing.
This year, however, when the fox and bunny entered her home, they had someone else with them.
She was now a grandmother, and this was her grandkit's very first Christmas.
Mrs. Wilde held onto her little grandson as she sat in her favorite chair. In the vixen's lap was a picture book that she hadn't read in so long, that she hadn't read since Nick had grown out of it when he was younger. The book's spine had a large amount of wear and tear on it, caused by the amount of times she had to read and re-read the story back then.
"And so Santa's sleigh was fixed, and he was ready to deliver the presents to all of good kits," the vixen recited, reading the words off the page. After all these years, she still remembered a majority of the words to the point that she could of read it while wearing a blindfold. She could still do the impression of Santa she once did for Nick, even though it wasn't the best one.
The kit she held in her arm let out a coo, pointing a tiny paw towards the illustration of the North Pole in the book.
A smile grew wide on Mrs. Wilde's face. "Yes, this is Santa's Workshop. And that's his sleigh," she said to her grandson. She flicked to the final page before continuing with the story. "Up and away the sleigh the went," she read, "high into the sky. He waved back at his crew, and they cheered as the sleigh flew into the night. The end."
The vixen closed the picture book in her lap and set on the nearby stand. She looked back over at her grandson, who looked at her with a widely open eyes. He reached his paws out to touch her snout, and she started to laugh.
"Did you like the story?" Mrs. Wilde asked in a soft voice. Her question was answered with a giggle from her grandkit, and she nodded her head. "That's one of Grandma's favorite Christmas stories, too."