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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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Athena had managed to wake earlier than Triton and intercepted Sif in the hall. She'd thanked her for the tray and make a motion for the golden haired goddess to be quiet. She wanted to wake him up herself.

Also Triton tended to sleep... less than clothed. Not that she thought that Sif would mind (really, who would?), but Athena would rather Triton decide what women saw him naked in the morning.

She brought the tray to the bedside table and sat it down carefully, then she sat beside him on the bed. She leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Good morning," she whispered. "Merry Christmas."

Lilith chased little Cian down the hall. She was laughing and he was giggling and screaming. His little wings trying to flap off and on in his playful attempts to escape. His mother chased him, making pretend growls at him.

"I'm gonna get you!" She cooed at him and he squealed, toddling around a doorway. Lilith followed and found Cian standing still staring in awe at the pretty Christmas tree and all the presents. "Oh my goodness. It looks like we do get a little Christmas."

"Mommy, look! Pretty tree." Cian pointed, looking up at his mother to make sure she'd seen what he'd seen. He was rather bright for his age (well his relative age) and had a tendency to impress her with his clarity.

Triton stirred and smiled a little at her.
"Merry Christmas," he murmured sleepily. He noted the smell of fresh pastry and blinked. "What's this? Breakfast?"

"Mmhmm. Don't give me too much credit. Sif made them and was delivering them around. I just intercepted her is all." She smiled. It was so rare to see him all sleepy and content. She was so glad she'd gotten up early. "My present for you is back home, so I had to improvise. And I didn't think you'd appreciate someone just barging into your room uninvited... that wasn't Melpomene.

"She's hardly the first," he said with a shrug.

"I'm afraid your present was left at home as well. I hope this will do for now," he said, pulling her down for a kiss.

She sighed into the kiss, and very happily reciprocated for a long moment. Then she drew back. They couldn't keep getting sucked into the moment. Though...it was so tempting with him all warm and sleepy.

She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. "I'm going to need you to get stoic on me and tell me we should do something today other than roll around in bed together."

"Merry Christmas! Ooh, food! Thanks! Sorry, busy," Astarte said from the chair in which she was sitting, Meri on her lap, clutching her smartphone. "E-mail to my sisters -- human sisters -- finally went through. Hey, Boss, you need to tell Tyler anything, we can keep trying."

Seth nods politely to the Norse woman.

"I should probably tell him everything is all right," Seth mused. "Do you need me to hold her for a bit?"

"Could you? She keeps grabbing at the phone -- Meri, you can't read yet. We'll work on that later, okay?"

Seth picks up Meri, the toddler looking even smaller in Seth's massive god-hands.

"She's certainly a curious little thing."

Meri stares up at her father and nods. Then, slurred and squeaked, but recognizable as words, "Wannamakesomethingofit?"

Seth narrows his eyes, his muzzle set in a determined look as he held his daughter. "Don't get cocky, kid." Still, there was a hint of fondness in his words.

"You're right. We have breakfast to eat, after all. Probably other festivities to observe, whether we like it or not," he agreed, reluctantly sitting up.

Sif laughed.
"My Carl is the same way," she said. "Merry Christmas. Enjoy your breakfast."

"Pretty box!" chirped another voice, and a pair of blue eyes peeked from around the tree.

A faint rattling could be heard as well, and the little face by the tree turned to look at something else.
"Antny! No! No shake box!" the little girl scolded.

"Thanks. Merry Christmas."

She scooted the tray closer to them and picked up a pastry and began to pick it apart, one small bite at a time. "So if you were home, what would you be doing today?"

Cian hurried over beside the little girl so he could see who she was talking to. And then all Lilith could see was his firm shake of the head and raising his hand in a "stop" motion. "You break it," he said in a gently warning tone.

Lilith just stood back for a moment, happy to let the children interact.

"I don't think my father is supposed to be back on leave until the first of the year, so it would just be my mother and me. We'd probably try to call my father, though. Exchange our gifts for each other. When I was younger, she'd want to bake cookies and sing songs. These days, we'd probably just watch some old Christmas movies," he said.

"Won't break!" another child's voice protested, "Makes noise." And he again shook the little package marked with the name "Alexander."

Ivy, the little girl frowned.
"Is yours?"

Anthony just shrugged.

"Not yours should put it down. Shake yours." Cian said reasonably. He then smiled at the pretty girl next to him in a rather charming way for a four day old.

"Oh, that sounds really nice." And she meant it. Noting he hadn't picked up anything to eat yet, she broke off another piece of her pastry and held it out to him with a smile. "Dad and I would probably be hunting. We'd get home a little after sun up, and I'd clean and cook a duck or a goose, whichever we got. Then we'd exchange a present."

"I see the little ones have found the presents," Aphrodite said, gliding in while still wearing a long velvet robe over her nightclothes, a cup of coffee in her hands.

"Are all these for us?"

Lilith nodded with a smile. "It seems so. Perhaps this is a little apology for taking us away from home for the holidays."

"Presents!" Came a young voice too melodic to be described as a shriek, no matter the pitch. Laurel rushed around the adults and ran up to the tree and all its present-y glory. "One's mine?"

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