{I’M SORRY ITS BAD BUT MERRY CHRISTMAS TO THE BEAUTIFUL MAXIMOFF QUEEN @adarkroomandawallflower​}

Candy canes on every branch, garland around every banister, at least 12 new gingerbread houses over night.

The eggnog was near finished completely when you finally ventured into the kitchen, only to find your missing husband, the one who left you cold and cuddleless all night, passed out at the kitchen table with wrapping paper everywhere and a gingerbread Charles still stuck to his cheek. 

Peter had left to finish his wrapping as soon as you fell asleep, barely able to force himself out of your warm hold and gather all your presents out of hiding so he could surprise you.

He hadn’t planned on passing out only 5 glasses of eggnog into the night.

Even after Hanukkah you and Peter had a pile of presents for each other being saved for Christmas, and Peter was so excited to be going to your parents on Christmas morning you weren’t sure he’d stop vibrating with excitement long enough to sleep, but even sugar highs wear down.

You shuffle towards him, still sluggish and tired and try nudging him awake.

“Pea, c’mon” you shake him arm a little rougher “it’s Christmas, wake up or Gidget will open her presents without us”

said pup was not far behind you, yawning as well before coming to see where her parents were.

But alas, you only received a garbled response of “mmmgh peppermint twinkies…for me? hehe….”

You rolled your eyes at the speedster before turning on the coffee pot and reaching to get one of the cookies long forgotten beside him.

Leaning against the table, you can’t help but smile at your beloved dork whose snoring made Gidget decide to leave already.

One crunch from your cookie was all it took though, to startle him awake enough to fall out of his chair, arms pushing the table and making wrapping paper remnants go flying before you had a chance to stop him.

“WhA? where? oh, babe!” his confusion expression turned to that of a goofy grin when he noticed you laughing beside him, cookie in hand and looking like a bed-headed angel.

“Morning sleepy head.” you took another bite of the cookie “Was the bed not good enough for you last night? or didn’t you want to cuddle.” you fake pout

“Huh? oh shIT” he panicked, quickly scrabbling up, a blur of silver and all the mess was carelessly thrown onto the table before a gust of wind blew up the staircase.

you heard a few muffled curses before he, or in this case, a short and silver haired, rather skinny looking Santa stood in front of you.

“Santa? aren’t you a bit late, coming Christmas morning and all?” you couldn’t help but tease him, in an unstuffed Santa suit with both a hat and mistletoe and reindeer antlers.

“But I-” he turned to the side and coughed, before continuing in a comically deeper voice “But I knew you were such a good girl this year that you deserved an extra special present this year! ho ho ho-ack!” he pulled the fake beard hair out of his mouth while you failed to contain your laughter.

“Well Santa, if you hadn’t slept half way through the morning maybe we could’ve exchanged gifts before me and my husband had to go…”

Peter’s face fell when he spun to look at the clock on the stove just as the coffee maker finished brewing it’s pot.

“But presentsssss!” he whined while you walked over the get a mug from the cupboards.

“Uh-uh Santa, we don’t have time. Go get dressed Pea." 

"Fiiiiiineeee. But can Santy Claus get a kiss from the beautiful Mrs Maxiclaus first?” he hugs you close to brush his nose against yours.

Pushing him back you stick out your tongue “Ew no, you’re breath stinks Pea. Brush your teeth then maybe kisses. Mint flavored ones”

He pouted. He was a skinny Santa pouting before his eyes lit up, not even giving enough time for you to blink before having a candy cane sticking out of his mouth and grinning at you

“Christmas pocky?” he mumbled without dropping it from between his teeth.

“Peter no! go brush your teeth, I love you but it stinks. Horribly.” you push his chest lightly to get him out of your face.

“But it’s festive! and minty!” giving in to defeat he puts the candy cane into the left out glass of eggnog from last night before grumbling “and you’re cruel too. No kisses, no cuddles, eating my cookie.”

In 2 seconds flat you grinned feeling the little gust of wind when he appeared beside you, now dressed in his favorite ugly sweater and your favorite tight silver pants.

“I’m ready! now can we open gifts? please please please please? we still have a few minutes to spare! please gumdrop? my peppermint? Gingerbread wifey? love of my life who really wants to see what she got for Christmas?” Peter was on his knees, arms wrapped around your legs and chin resting on your stomach looking up with his best and most lethal puppy face.

“I guess we can spare time for a few gifts….Gidget is pretty patienceless afterall”

With an excited shout of “Yes!” you were lifted from the kitchen and sitting by the tree, Peter excitedly pilling presents onto your lap and strapping a little Santa hat on to Gidget.

Yeah, somehow you’d always find a bit of time to spare for him.