2020 Christmas Advent Calendar

Christmas Cards and Crafts

Day 5: Christmas Cards

He was gone maybe an hour at the most, leaving his younger brother his friend in charge of his kid. And looking back he regrets letting Tommy and Tubbo watch Fundy.

The living room was covered in paper, glitter, tinsel, and hard candy when Wilbur walked into the house. He could hear Christmas songs playing off of a phone laying on the arm of the couch, blasting throughout the house. It was almost enough to make the musician wish to plug his ears.

Sitting down in front of the coffee table, all gathered around it, singing and laughing, was Tommy, Tubbo, and his son, Fundy. There was a pair of reindeer antlers on his son's little redhead, matching the reindeer themed sweater he wore.

Helping the boy pour glitter onto a piece of paper was Tubbo, the teen looking like his own pale blond hair has been dyed with the annoying crafting material. The green hoodie was covered in little flacks of cut-up crafting paper, and there was a paper flower sticking to the fabric.

And across from them was Tommy, singing whatever song was blasting throw the house. His brother's red long-sleeved shirt was covered in random stickers, ranging from Christmas ones to random flowers and animals.

Wilbur picked up the phone, and pressed the paused button, causing the house to quiet down. The only sound was left was Tommy singing. When he noticed the music had stopped, the blond looked up at his older brother.

"What on earth is going on?"

His son seemed to light up when he saw that Wilbur was there, bolting up from his place on the floor and went to toddled his way over to him. The boy was only three, and he was already almost to his hip.
The boy looked up at him with big brown eyes. "We're making Christmas cards for Ucle Techo," the boy said, forgetting to pronounce the 'n' in the words. Fundy grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the coffee table. "Come look, come look!"

Scattered around the table, mixed in with the glitter and scraps of paper, was a large collage of a Christmas card. It was colored a blend of green, red, and of course, little splashes of pink.

"That looks so cool, buddy," the young father said, sitting on the couch, watching as his son sat back next to Tubbo. "How long have you guys been working on this?"

His little brother shrugged, pulling a sticker off his check. "Maybe about twenty minutes after you left?" Tommy looked over at his friend and nephew, watching as the two put a few more stickers on the card. "We had to have Fundy doing something, and Tubbo brought up the idea of doing some Christmas crafts and, well, this mess happened."

"This isn't that much of a mess, Tommy," the pale blond told his friend, looking up from putting a wreath sticker on the card. "It's a creative masterpiece."

The so-called "creative masterpiece" was starting to spill over onto the floor. It was a complete mess, and the rug was covered in red and white glitter. That would be a pain to clean up later.

Wilbur could see how happy his son was, doing the craft and hanging out with the two teens. He had never seen Fundy so excited to do anything, besides playing with his fox plushie or hung out with his friends from school.

"Well, whenever you boys finish, I will help you send it over to Techno," he said, smiling when he saw the wide-eyed look on his son's face. "I'll go get an envelope and you three start cleaning up, ok?"

The three nodded and got to work cleaning up the coffee table. His dad was gonna have Wilbur's head for letting them use glitter, but what could he do?

They had the card in the envelope and ready to be shipped off by the time Phil got home, and boy did he look mad that the rug was covered in the annoying crafting material. But he was mostly mad that both Tubbo and Fundy's hair was covered in glitter, and it was still falling out onto the floor as the two made their way around the house.

It was enough to see both Tommy and Wilbur into a fit of hysterics.

In a few countries over, about a week or so later, a military camp was set up.

It was full of men and women, either watching the border around them or was dealing with other stuff.

There was a group of men just hanging around a wooden table, playing a game of cards a small pile of random candies.

One of these men wore a pink colored bandana over his brown hair, his brown eyes staring at his friends. A small grin was on his face, waiting for the others to give in.
"I give up." Said two of the men, before placing their cards down. Another stared at his cards for a moment or two more before huffed, putting his cards down.

The pink bandana-wearing man laughed, placing down his cards, before reaching out to grab the small stack. The other three men let out small chuckles at their friend.

"Hey Tech," said a voice from behind them. Looking back he saw it was a tall man, blond hair shinning in the bright sunlight. In his hand was a white envelope, and the man in question's name was written in a cruise handwriting. "You got a letter."
Techno, the bandana-wearing man, raised an eyebrow at that. He took the letter, looking over the white envelope with a curious look. He saw it had a return address for his dad's house, which confused him. His father never sent letters, not unless it was something important; like Tommy making it into the school business club or photos that Wilbur wanted him to see of Fundy.

Opening the envelope, a puff of glitter almost exploded into his face. There was a laugh that escaped the people around him, and even he had to chuckle. Pulling out the paper, he unfolded the letter.

Turns out it wasn't a letter.

It was a picture, and he smiled at the sight of it.

It was a child drawing, like the ones he would see his little brother make when they were all younger. He could see a figure with pink hair, one with brown hair, three with blond hair, and one with bright red hair. They were all holding hands, and there were stickers all around them, and tons of glitter. It was very Christmas themed, and it made Techno let out his laugh.

At least his family hadn't forgotten him during the holiday season.

And at the bottom of the paper, under where the six figures were something that put a smiled on his face. "Merry Christmas Uncle Techno!"