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Characters: Sif, open to everyone
Date/Time: Early morning, Tuesday December 25, 2012
Location: La Maison Jeu Ancien
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: It's Christmas morning! Let the traditions begin!

Even being immortal didn't keep Sif from getting up early. She quickly whipped up a batch of pastries and then, dressed in a long white gown with a red sash, a wreath lit with candles upon her golden hair, she began to deliver them.

Every room that was occupied, starting with her own family, was soon entered by Sif, carrying a breakfast tray. She sang softly as she put them on the nightstands and wished everyone a cheerful "Merry Christmas!"

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Lillian approached and took this all in, wide-eyed and silent.

Anthony gaped at Laurel afterward.
"...gonna go find presents," he muttered. He nodded to Lillian. "Hi Lily."

She lifted a hand and waved at Tony.

Julian, meanwhile, was not about to be outdone by his sister.
"Hi Lily!" he chirped, beaming as he bounded over to her, and pulled her under the mistletoe. "Merry Christmas!" And he laid a kiss right on her, much as Laurel had to Anthony.

There's a very surprised squeak from Lillian. Not upset, just surprised.
"MareChristmas"

Laurel beamed and never letting go of Anthony's hand, began to pull him back toward the tree. "Kay! S'go!"

Hades blinked in surprise at the antics of Apollo's son, doing his best not to look too darkly at the boy.

Julian soon followed the others over to the tree, as a maddeningly cheerful Apollo strode in, a cup of tea in his hand, and the strains of "Deck the Halls" on his lips.

"Aww, cute little blighters, aren't they?" he said fondly, watching the children. He was in stark contrast to Hades, with his bright smile and golden radiance. "Come on, Uncle--it's far better than last year, after all. Can I interest you in a cuppa this fine Christmas morning?"

"We can certainly agree on that, nephew." Hades eyes the cups for a moment. "Yes, thank you."

Laurel rushed up to her daddy, with poor Anthony still in tow. She was determinedly not letting him go. As she had decided they were going to share Christmas. "Daddy! You need to find my present! And Tony's too!"

"You're welcome," Apollo said, and then turned to receive his little girl.

"Of course, love. We'll find everyone's gifts," he promised. "Surely at least one has your name on it."

She huffed at him exasperatedly. "Can't read m'name, Daddy. Tony tried to shake boxes, but they all rattle. I gave him a Christmas kiss!" And on that note hugged poor Anthony to her around his neck.

Anthony frowned and shuffled his feet.
"Not a doll, Laurel," he grumped.

"Course not! Bestest friend!" And that earned Anthony another smooch, this one on his cheek while he was still being hugged.

Anthony sighed and squirmed.
"Get. Her. Present," he demanded of Apollo.

Laurel behaved for all the world like Anthony was hugging her back with enthusiasm. "His too pwease, Daddy!"

Apollo couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Oh, the little boy was a child of Poseidon, all right. No mistaking that.

"Of course, sweetheart. We'll find everyone's gifts. Why don't we go take a look?"

"Okay!" She released Anthony with one hand so she could grab her father's, but she still had the boy with the other.

Anthony sighed and allowed himself to be dragged along.
"What's hers?" he asked.

She peers around at the gifts. "Should have a L."

"And here it is!" Apollo announced, putting the package into her hands. "And for you, Anthony my lad. Looks like most everyone's here. Why don't you go ahead?"

"Thank you, Daddy!" She tugged on Anthony's hand so they could find somewhere to sit and open their presents. "C'mon, Tony!"

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