Bruce drank his coffee as he looked out the window. It was snowing lightly out. Dick was outside enjoying the snow. Haly's Circus went south for the winter and the boy had never seen snow before so this was his first time seeing the frozen precipitation.

"I know that look too well sir," Alfred said joining the man he raised with a cup of tea. "You have something on your mind."

"I do," Bruce said, "I want to do something special for Dick for Christmas...especially after Thanksgiving."

"You mean how you did not listen to me and insist there was nothing that week and you booked a business trip to Japan a country that does not celebrate Thanksgiving so they would not question your choice?" Alfred slipped his tea

Bruce cleared this throat. "I think we should all go and pick a live tree from a tree farm. I am sure that is something Dick has never done."

"It has been a long time since you have done so. The last time you would have been around Master Dick's age."

"I know...my mother loved Christmas and going to pick out the trees as a family." Bruce's eyes were fixed on Dick.

Since his own parents deaths Bruce never truly celebrated the holiday (or any for that matter) but since he would have gatherings at the manor during the holidays he would have Alfred decorate and would have trees delivered.

"I think he would love that," Alfred smiled.

Dick came running back into the manor he has a big smile on his face and was covered in snow.

"It's so much fun! You should come play with me!"

"I have a much better idea. How about the three of us go to a Christmas tree farm and pick out the biggest tree we can find and bring it home and decorate it," Bruce smiled.

"We can do that?" Dick asked.

"Yes," Bruce smiled.

Dick was quiet for a while.

"Chum?"

"It's okay to celebrate Christmas. I know you miss your parents but they would want you to celebrate and enjoy the holidays. It is okay to miss them."

"What did you do..."

"The opposite of what I told you. I've gotten wiser as I've gotten older. I wish I listened to Alfred when he said we should have done something for that first Christmas without my parents, especially since my mother loved the holiday so much."

"You can be happy that you have people who love you, while you are sad for the family you lost," Alfred said. "It is part of the holiday."

"I'll go with you to pick out a tree," Dick smiled.

—

Alfred drove them outside the city to the Christmas tree farm the Wayne family had used for far long than even Bruce knew.

"Whoa…" Dick said looking around, he pulled his jacket tighter as the wind blew, they were in an open field surrounded by hundred of trees, all varying types of pine.

"Mr. Wayne, what a pleasure to see you," Farmer John said joining them.

"John it's good to see you," Bruce extended his hand for a handshake. "I don't know if you have heard I have take on a ward, more than just for Christmas. This is Dick, and he has never seen snow or has had a live tree."

"Good to meet you Dick," John smiled down at him, "well sounds like you have come down to the perfect place for live trees and snow!"

"Good to meet you too," Dick said distracted by the trees.

"I know you typically get three trees, would you be adding a fourth tree?"

"We will still have three trees, but we would like to pick out at least one and have it delivered tomorrow with the others."

"I really can help pick out a tree!?" The boy was bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Yes," Bruce smiled.

"I like that one!" He pointed a modest looking eight foot tall tree.

"We need a bigger one that, but if you really like we can get it for bedroom," Bruce said.

"A tree in my room too? I have to think about that…."

Farmer John took them in a tractor to the far end of the lot where the larger trees where.

"We have three trees. One in the living room, that we can pick out. One in the foyer, one in ball room. We can pick all three if you want." Bruce explained to Dick.

The boy nodded looking around, it was still snowing. "These are big trees…and they cut down the ones we pick?"

"They do, we have them delivered to the house and Alfred decorates them, but this year you can help. The ones in the foyer and the ball room have a classic look, and you—we can be a little more free with the one in the living room."

John stopped the tractor, Alfred got down first and helped Bruce and Dick down and then they began to look around. There were less trees here in the larger tree section, but there was still plenty to choose from.

As soon as Dick was off of the tractor he took off running.

"You made a good choice Master Bruce," Alfred said.

Bruce only smiled.

—

Dick was waiting looking out the window waiting for the trees to be delivered.

Behind him Alfred and Bruce were bring down all the Christmas decorations, ones both for the trees and the rest of the manor.

"I see them!" Dick shouted, he rushed to the door and flung it open running outside in no jacket, or shoes.

"Get back in here! You need a jacket, socks and shoes!" Bruce called. He huffed dragging Dick back in, "I'm not having you sick and miss school. Beside they need to bring the trees into the house, we cannot do anything outside anyway."

The boy rolled his eyes and sulked off to finishing getting ready.

Alfred chuckled watching Bruce being a parents brought him such joy, it was something he never thought he would see, let along him doing it as a single father.

By the time Dick got back down, the truck was parked and getting ready to bring in the trees. He looked foe the tree, that had the red bow, that was the one he helped pick out for the living room.

When he saw the tree come in he followed it the living room he impatiently waited for it to be placed in the stand. Once it was standing Dick started to pull ornaments from the box labeled 'living room tree' and started to place them on.

"Lights first, Master Dick," Alfred said trying let the reigns got for this tree. He was always had everything down to a science and he did everything the exact same every year. Letting go some control was going to be difficult for him, as much as he loved the boy who was like a grandson to him.

"Where are they?"

"Please let Master Bruce and myself hang the lights," Alfred smiled.

Bruce came up behind them with the box of lights. Dick bounced up and down watching them.

"Now you can start hanging ornaments on the tree," Bruce and Alfred stepped back.

"You can do it, let can let control go and allow Dick to hand three red ornaments neck to each other."

"I am going to make a pot of tea," The butler said watching the young boy happily decorate.

—December 25th Christmas—

It was just after midnight Dick crawled under his bed and pulled out a photo album, one of few mementos he had from his parents and his time at Haly's. He smiled looking down at the faces of his parents.

A tear slipped from his face and fell onto the page. He used the sleeve of his night shirt and cleaned his off, but more tears kept falling. He had been trying to keep his emotions in check this holiday season. Thanksgiving was easy, since it was basically non existence and the day was sent with Alfred at a soup kitchen and his mind was elsewhere. Today was Christmas though, a holiday his parents worked on making it a special day. Working in a circus they did have much money, but his parents always managed to make the day special and magical.

Dick heard his door creak open he looked and saw Bruce.

"You're awake?" Bruce asked.

"Couldn't sleep," the boy replied.

Bruce came in and sat at the edge of the bed and wrapped and arm around his ward.

"I miss them…"

"I still miss my parents too. That's okay, it's natural to do so. Especially around the holidays."

"Can you stay with me?"

"Of course Chum."

Hours later….

The pair woken up up by the smell of Alfred's cooking..

"Merry Christmas Chum."

"Merry Christmas," Dick smiled a little he was shocked Bruce was still there, he almost forgot that he asked him to stay.

"Let's go get some breakfast, see what Santa brought."

"You think he found me?"

"Of course."

"Do we have to eat breakfast first?"

"No," laughed as they went down stairs to find gifts under the tree.

Alfred joined them and the trio opened gifts under the tree until there was one left, well two tied together. These were wrapped completely differently than the others. Dick looked at the tag.

"Looks like Santa found you," Bruce said.

Dear Dick,

I know you have had a tough year, and as much as I would like to bring you your parents, that's something I cannot do, but there is something that I could do. I was able to gather you more pictures of your parents and everyone else at the circus for you to add to your photo album. I also thought you could enjoy another set of hat, mittens and scarf so that you could enjoy your first white winter.

Love,

Santa

Dick put the letter down and with shaking hands opened the top box and looked over the pictures. He stopped at one picture.

Bruce looked over Dick's shoulder, "was that Christmas last year?" He looked down at the album in Dick's lap. There was a picture of John and Mary standing behind Dick who was smiling widely next to them was a bike.

"Everyone pitched in and got me the bike. That way I can have some fun riding around in-between shows on the fair grounds…"

"That sounds nice," Bruce placed a hand on Dick's shoulder. "Did you have that picture."

"No…"

Alfred looked at Bruce and smiled.

A/N: Yes, I missed Thanksgiving. But I hope you enjoyed this Christmas chapter! Thanks for reading, reviewing and faving!