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Having friends and family over for dinner…
And praying the kids don’t wreck the entire house!
Playing games together for prizes of candy.
Preparing the Yule Log in the fireplace while everyone sings festive songs.
You just can’t wait to see who will fall asleep first!
Winry’s special Midwinter edition apple pie.
Imagining the kids’ faces when it’s time for fireworks.
Needling Scar to bring Rose and his family up to visit more often.
Throwing confetti at sunrise to wake the kids who fell asleep.
Excited for the killer breakfast that morning.
Ready to go sleep it off next to my beautiful wife, thankful for another year.
Snowball fights with all the kids! (FAVORITE)
Opening presents from the Holly King.
Listening for the Holly King’s jingling staff through the night.
Secretly hoping the kids never stop believing in the Holly King.
Telling the Xingese and Ishvalan kids the story of the Holly King.
Ice skating on the pond (if it’s ready) and watching the little ones try their hardest.
Calling Elicia and Mrs. Hughes and wishing them a Happy Midwinter-
Expecting them to one day accept my invitation to come join us.
Winry looked down at the little poem scrawled on her husband’s notepad, smiling at his favorite things about the season. Also on his cluttered desk were a recipe for a new drink he wanted to make for the party, the composition for some kind of firework, and a design for the fairy lights on the house- one that looked like arrows pointing to the porch to indicate where the Holly King should leave the presents.
As for Edward himself, he was leaned back in his squeaky office chair, glasses skewed, ponytail mussed and drool gleaming on his bottom lip. Carefully, she thumbed it away before kissing him awake.
He hummed into her mouth, reflexively returning the kiss before opening his eyes and chuckling to himself. She ruffled his bangs with her hand as he stretched and yawned.
“You need to come to bed, mister. You’ll be stiff in the morning if you sleep here.”
He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, then smacked her hip playfully. “I’ll be stiff in the morning if I sleep beside you, too, y’know!”
Rolling her eyes, she turned away, grinning. “True. But which kind of stiff feels better in the long run?”
She didn’t have to wait long for him to follow her up the stairs.