2020 Christmas Advent Calendar

The throwing of the Wreaths

Day 4: Wreaths

"Ok, so the object of the same if to see how many wreaths you can throw onto your partner's head," Phil said, standing on the top step of the back porch, bundled up tightly in his green puffy jacket. "The winner at the end of two minutes gets to chose what Christmas movie we watch tonight."

Standing in front of him, in their snow-covered garden, was his four sons.

On was side was Tommy and Wilbur.

His youngest son was dressed up in his puffed up, red jacket, his knitter white and red hat sitting on top of his curly blond hair. His oldest son wore his brown trench coat, over his yellow knitted sweater. Pushing down his brown bangs was his brown beanie.

Between them was a basket full of green wreaths, each one having different colors mixed in. There was a little bit of snow just sitting near the top.

On the other side of them were Tubbo and Techno.

The short blond was wrapped up in his own puffy green jacket, a red and green scarf around his neck. His hair falling into his forehead like a mop. Beside him was Phil's second-oldest son, wrapped up in his dark red jacket, a golden-colored beanie sitting on top of his brown hair, which was fading to pink.

The two were getting ready to have wreaths thrown onto their heads, Tubbo looking more excited for this Techno did. The pink-haired teen actually looked half asleep, his eyes close to where he stood. He bet that if Wilbur hadn't woken him up he would have stayed asleep for the rest of the day. The teen was never one to actually sleep when he was supposed to.

Phil brought up his phone, setting up a timer while the sound of his boys bickering and Techno grumpy sounds ringing in his ears. It made him smile, to hear the sound of his kids being kids.

"You boys ready?" At their nod, he held his finger above the start button, watching as Wil and Tommy reached down to grab the first of the wreaths. "On your mark, get set, go!"

While the timer started, Phil watched as the wreaths got thrown into the air.

Tommy flew right upon Tubbo's head and fell over the boy's eyes. He pushed it off and waited for the next one to land. The two 10-year-olds were laughing at how he fell into the white snow, but what happened next just made them fall into a pit of laugher.

The wreath that Wilbur had thrown had made it to Techno, however, it had hit him in the chest. And since the pink-haired teen wasn't expecting it, he fell backward, falling into the white snow around him. It was quite comical, with how he just flopped back like a sack of rice.

Wilbur was groaning into his gloved hand while the two youngest were cackling away, Tommy almost falling over from how hard he was laughing.

Techno sat up and glared at his brothers. His hat was covered in snow.

The father wished he could have recorded the moment, laughing into his hand. He even has to sit his phone down onto the porch railing to keep himself from dropping it. It was probably the highlight of the day/

And to make it better, Wilbur chosen then to try landing another wreath on his brother's head. This time it made it and fell over his eyes. It reminded Phil of when Techno was younger and made a paper crown. That thing just sat on his nose, too big to rest on his head.

Even Wil had joined in on the laughter, with Techno falling in with a few sleepy chuckles.

A beeping sound rang out of the back yard. It was the timer.

"Well, it looks like it's a tie," Tubbo spoke up, pointing to the wreath that laid on the ground. "We both had one wreath each, so who gets to chose the movie?"

Phil thought for a moment, before pulling a coin from his pocket. "We will heads or tails it," the man said, resting the pieces of meta onto his thumb. "Techno, heads or tails?

"Tails."

The coin was then flicked up into the air, before being it got caught in the blond man's hand. He flipped it over onto the back of his other hand, before looking down at it. "Tails," he told them. "Techno and Wilbur get to chose the movie."

That cause Tommy to explode, claiming they should have won and that it was rigged. Wilbur throws his arm over his brother. And pushed down the hat, blocking out the ten-year-old blue eyes.

"Chill, Toms," said the older teen. "Come on, we can get popcorn and stuff."

Tubbo was trying to help the pink-haired teen, almost falling over in his efforts. With a laugh, Phil hurried off the porch and helped the short boy get his brother up.

He ushered the boys to the house, watching as Tommy dragged Tubbo into their home. He should make some hot cocoa, to warm his kids up. And maybe put some coffee into Techno's to wake his son up.

"We're watching Polar Expres."

"No!"