Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Notes: It's that time of the year again people. I hope you enjoy it.

Christmas

As a child Sasuke never got into Christmas. It was time he would rather spend training with his brother, and money he was sure could be put to better use. His father had similar thoughts but his mother had put her foot down.

They would have Christmas.

Every year they were forced to sit around a brightly done tree and his father was made to give out brightly holographic wrapped gifts.

His mother always made a big deal out of it, her eyes would sparkle, her hands would clap in excitement and every now and then Sasuke would see a tiny smile grace his father's hard face.

Sasuke had hoped that they would have to do Christmas at all but one look at his wife and he knew;

He had no choice.

Hinata spent almost two hours trying to find a tree, to him that all looked alike, tall, green, and a waste of money.

But her face, her bright red cheeks flushed from the cold, her white gem eyes sparkling like opals, and Sasuke knew why his father gave in.

"I'm not sure about this tree," Hinata whispered, "Don't you think it looks too tall? Sasuke?"

Sasuke peered at the green pine, "It looks like the last one."

Hinata shook her head, the movement and the blowing cold wind caused her hair to fall in her face.

He gently moved the hair away. How did he ever get so lucky?

"We'll get a plastic tree." He whispered, "It'll never die. We could have it forever." Hinata smiled and nodded her head.

"I like the idea."

They got their tree.

They, and by they Sasuke meant she, placed coloured balls upon the tree with his two young children. He watched from the other side of the room.

The children laughed and twisted tinsel crooked along the tree. By the end it had looked like a bunch of monkeys had done it. But it was perfect.

They made him put the gold star upon the tree.

His son and daughter, two very different people. She was rough and he was gentle. She was loud and he was quiet. She was hard and he was soft.

But they were his.

They were theirs.

After weeks, days, and last minute shopping trips Sasuke wrapped up the last of his Christmas presents in brightly coloured wrapping paper.

Bright gold and red, paper with Santa riding in the air, bright blue holographic paper.

All under the bright green tree.

The morning came, his children sending off excitement in waves upon waves.

"Hinata," His dark eyes glared into her happy ones, "Take this hat off me right now!" He demanded. He was a Uchiha! A Uchiha does not wear large red and white hats! How demeaning.

She shook her head. "The children love it. Go with it." She whispered while giggling.

He wore the stupid hat.

They sat around the tree, the children with their bright happy faces, and he called out the names written on the tags.

He watched them tear the carefully wrapped gifts and how their eyes opened in surprise. He couldn't help but give a tiny smile.

The morning over, the wrapping paper smothering the floor, the children napping on the couch and his wife humming Christmas carols in the kitchen.

Sasuke understood. How his father felt, how his mother felt. He understood how much his mother had wanted them to enjoy the morning and the thought they put into the gifts.

He looked towards the kitchen. It was also for his wife, the happiness it brings her and the way she smiles, how she laughs and the way she spends the day with her family.

Hinata's humming gets louder as she appears by his side, "Can't believe it's over." She whispered.

"Hmm, I'm glad." He muttered.

"Can't wait til next year." She beamed.

'Crap! At least we don't need to buy another tree!'