2020 Christmas Advent Calendar

Christmas Day

Day 20 + 22: Presents and Stockings

Phil thought he might get to sleep in that day, forgetting what day it was. He was blissful sleep, in a dream of peaceful fishing and tending to his garden in the back of his home.

Then he felt something knock into him in his sleep, breaking him out of his sleepy state. It was a shock to his system, as he rolled over and heard someone calling his name.

"Dad, wake up!" said the lump that ran into him. He looked up at the face of his six-year-old son. Tommy was grinning up at him, shaking his shoulder. "It's Christmas. Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

Ah, that was what the day was.

He sat up, smiling sleepily at his son. "I'm coming, give me a second, alright? Why don't you go and get your brothers and meet me in the living room, we can check out the Christmas stocking." Phil slid his feet into his house shoes, watching as the small blond hurried out of the room.

With a yawn, Phil shuffled out of his room. In the hall, he could hear the sound of Tommy trying to wake up Wilbur, could hear the twelve-year-old telling the blond to leave him alone. It made the tried father laugh.

Making his way downstairs, the father went straight to the kitchen. He had to fix up a quick breakfast before all the boys got down here, or at least something to let cook while the family of four opened their stockings.

As he mixed up a quick bowl of biscuit mix, Techno slowly walked in. The twelve-year-old was rubbing at his eyes, brown eyes staring beady-eyed around the room. He was dressed in a pair of pink, fuzzy sleeping pants, and a white long-sleeved shirt. His recently dyed pink hair still had a few brown streaks in it, tried back in a messy braid going down his shoulder.

"Hey Tech," Phil said, glancing down at the pre-teen. "How'd you sleep?"

"Fine before Tommy woke me up," he muffled voice said, as he led his forehead oh Phil's shoulder. Techno was never up this earlier, and glancing over at the clock above the, he saw it was almost six in the morning. Damn, he needed to grab some coffee or he might pass out before noon. Phil still needed to fix dinner for that night. "Do we have to wake you this early?"

Phil patted his head, sighing. "Sorry son, I don't think your little brother wants to sleep for a few more hours." As much as he wished Tommy would have woken them up later, he figured the six-year-old would be too excited to stay asleep. It was Christmas day after all.

"Imma goes sit in the living room," Techno muttered, making his way throw the kitchen. "See you in a bit dad."

He made quick work of breakfast, and it was in the oven by the time the clock hit six. Phil could already hear his three sons talking in the living room, the sound of their excited chatter making him smile.

The father flopped down in his chair, smiling. "You boys ready to open your stockings?"

Tommy was the one to nod quickly, a grin on his face as he rushed over to the four hanging stockings. The six-year-old grabbed the yellow-colored one and quickly gave it to Wilbur, doing the same for Techno and Phil's pink and green ones, before grabbing his own red stocking.

Wilbur was in a pair of yellow fuzzy pants, and a yellow sweater he mush have grabbed when he left his room. His curly brown hair was a mess.

Tommy didn't look much better. From his bed head of blond locks to his ruffled up white and red shirt, and his black sweat pants.

The boys quickly dug into their stockings, pulling out candies and small toys. He smiled, watching them laugh and compare candies, trading candies for toys or other trinkets.

Breakfast was ready, they quickly ate. The three boys worked together to put everyone pile where they sat, working as a team as Wilbur helped Tommy read off the names before the twins piled up the present where they needed to be.

It was a chaotic day, the floor full of wrapping paper and random presents the boys got.

"Dad, is Mr. Schlatt and Tubbo coming over this afternoon?" Tommy asked when they were cleaning up all the wrapping paper. "I wanna give Tubbo his present."

Phil ruffed his hair with a smile. "Schlatt said he would bring over Tubbo so they can join us for Christmas dinner," he told his son, watching as his face light up. Cleaning up seemed to go a lot faster

A few hours later around noon, when the boys were upstairs, playing with their toys and gifts, the father was in the kitchen. He was working on dinner, trying to get it all done. There was a knock at the door that broke Phil from his thoughts, making him jump and almost drop the dish he held.

Quickly putting it in the oven, the blond-haired man hurried over to the door, brushing his hands on his apron. Opening the door, Phil smiled.

On the other side of the door, was Schlatt and Tubbo, both bundled up in their winter gear. The man opened the door a bit wider, letting the father and son come in.

Tubbo was quick to take off his coat, showing his green sweater and ruffed up dirty blond hair. In his arms was a small, red wrapped box, a green bow holding it together. There was a small tag on the top, the name 'Tommy' written in sloppy handwriting.

The boy's father smiled at Phil, thanking him as he came in. There was a dusting of snow that sat on his shoulders, which Schlatt quickly brushed off, before taking off his coat. The man wore a blue knitted sweater, pressed on the top of his brown hair was the man's Yankees cap.

"How are you doing Phil?" the young father asked, pushing up his hat. "Did the boys wake you up early this morning?"

Phil laughed, patting the man on the shoulder. "Tommy woke us all up before six," he said, noticing the way Tubbo seemed to perk up at the mention of his friend. The father kneeled down to Tubbo's level, smiling at him. "He's up in his room if you wanna go say hi."

"Ok, Mr. Phil, bye-bye," Tubbo waved at the two of them before rushing off, holding the box close to him as he ran up the stairs.

Beside him, Schlatt chuckled. "He's been wanting to give Tommy that gift all month."
"Same with my son," Phil told him, grinning. "He picked out a present for him, I had to convince him not to tell the last time they saw each other."

The two fathers laughed, before heading into the kitchen, chatting about anything and everything. It was nice for the two of them to just talk about their kids for the first time in a while.

After a while, the sound of little footsteps reached their ears, and they saw the two children run in, objects in their hands.

Tommy, dressed in a red and white long-sleeved and his blue jeans, has a stuffed cow in his arms, holding it tightly to his chest. And beside him, was Tubbo, holding a knitted bee to his chest.

His blond son came rushing over to him, a grin on his young face. "Dad look at the cow tubbo gave me!" Tommy said, holding it up for Phil to see. "I'm calling him Henry."

"Imma calling my bee Spunz," said the shorter blond, blue eyes matching his smiling face. "I'm not going anywhere without him. Not school, or bed, or the car, or-"

Schlatt laughed, and side hugged his son, quieting Tubbo down some. "Whatever you say, Little Bee."

It was a good Christmas day, with the two families spending the day together. It made Phil's heart fill light as he watched all the kids play together, watching Schlatt interact with his son. Dinner was a little bit of a mess, but what wasn't a mess at this point? The messes are what makes them family, after all.

All in all, it was a good day and a very merry Christmas for them all.