Seasons' Greetings 2011 ♥ Stocking-Fillers

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Main posting for the fest is over, but we'd like to encourage some Lily/James-themed holiday spirit while we've still got a few days more to Christmas proper. Thus, we present:

☃ STOCKING FILLERS ☃

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The Most Attractive Santa 2/6

He got to play soooooo many other pranks too. He snuck teensy stags in amongst all the garlands and ornaments and candles, and Lily didn’t even mind that he sometimes charmed them to tease the reindeer or charge up and down the banister. He occasionally hung the fairy lights upside down and charmed all the bells on the mantle to play “Silver bells” whenever Lily came into the room. He sometimes charmed the ribbon to slither away when Lily reached for it, or to cry piteously when she tied it in complicated bows (her response was to tell it to buck up; ribbons were meant to be tied on presents, and so it must resign itself to its fate like the Gryffindor-bought ribbon it was).

Lily had a collection of Muggle Nutcrackers that he’d once spelled to bite at people’s fingers whenever they tried to use them for their intended purpose. He’d done it right before the first Christmas party they’d ever hosted, and one of the Nutcrackers had clamped down on Sirius’s finger and refused to be pried off. James had laughed so hard he’d cried. It had been hilarious. Even Lily had cracked a smile as she apologized to their guests on his behalf and confiscated the angry wooden toys.

He snuck gag gifts amongst the normal presents that were charmed to jingle or shake ominously whenever someone walked by. Once he’d even jinxed the wreath over the hearth to give a hearty welcome whenever friends stopped by, or to gnash its rather pointy branch-teeth whenever someone more undesirable (like James’s boss) happened to call.

Best of all, he got hundreds of thank-you snogs and cuddles with his wife in front of the fire (not that James would ever admit to cuddling). He also got to come home to a delightfully warm and cheery house every single day for two months out of the year.

James loved Christmas.

This year was no different as far as decorations were concerned, but this year was special. This year was Harry’s first Christmas. The first Christmas was important! And James felt a bit like, as much as he’d helped Lily bake and decorate and shop and wrap, he hadn’t actually contributed much to making this first Christmas special for his son.

James really wanted to rectify that. It was just that he wasn’t sure how. And it was already Christmas Eve.

James had been trying to come up with a way to fix this for weeks now. He’d bent his prank-genius mind to the task, and for the first time ever, it had failed him. He tried talking to his wife about it, but the first couple of times he’d attempted it, Lily had been holding his son. The awe and amazement he still felt whenever he saw Harry combined with the awe and amazement he still felt whenever he saw his ring on Lily’s finger, plus the cuteness factor…it was a little too overwhelming. He just sort of turned to mush and ended up watching them both.

After awhile he managed to get the words out, but Lily just sort of laughed and kissed him. A couple of times she’d sicced Harry on him in hopes of distracting him, which was really very effective. Harry looked just like him (lucky boy), and there was really little James liked better than entertaining his son with tales of his own exploits just so he could see how many of Harry’s expressions were his and how many were Lily’s. On occasion, he also tried to convince Harry that when his eyes finally changed color, he should adopt his mother’s green rather than his own hazel. Lily had caught him at this once, which had been surprisingly embarrassing, but she’d just sort of teared up and kissed him.

Lily kissed him a lot. James was a lucky man.