"Amhar wake-up," seven-year old Sianna pulled her twin brother out of bed.
"What?" The curly haired boy mumbled and gripped his mattress.
"We're supposed to be looking for Santa Clause remember."
"Yeah," three year-old Gwydre chimed in.
Amhar came awake immediately. He could see his twin sister and their baby brother's expectant faces in the moonlight.
"It's about time," Sianna said, her exasperated tone mimicked their father's perfectly.
Amhar stuck out his tongue and got out of bed.
"Let's go and remember Gwydre be quiet." Sianna ordered this.
The three year-old stuck his thumb in his in mouth and nodded, blonde locks mussed from sleep. Very carefully the three young Pendragons pulled open the door to their bedroom. One-by-one they crept into the hallway and went on tiptoe down the stairs, the youngest clutching his favorite bear. They didn't have to go far to find Santa Claus, just a peak through the stair-railing into their living room and they saw mommy underneath the mistletoe kissing Santa Claus.
They were not however close enough to hear Guinevere whisper, "Merry Christmas Arthur."
So I Don't normally do fic this short.
"Amhar wake-up," seven-year old Sianna pulled her twin brother out of bed.
"What?" The curly haired boy mumbled and gripped his mattress.
"We're supposed to be looking for Santa Clause remember."
"Yeah," three year-old Gwydre chimed in.
Amhar came awake immediately. He could see his twin sister and their baby brother's expectant faces in the moonlight.
"It's about time," Sianna said, her exasperated tone mimicked their father's perfectly.
Amhar stuck out his tongue and got out of bed.
"Let's go and remember Gwydre be quiet." Sianna ordered this.
The three year-old stuck his thumb in his in mouth and nodded, blonde locks mussed from sleep. Very carefully the three young Pendragons pulled open the door to their bedroom. One-by-one they crept into the hallway and went on tiptoe down the stairs, the youngest clutching his favorite bear. They didn't have to go far to find Santa Claus, just a peak through the stair-railing into their living room and they saw mommy underneath the mistletoe kissing Santa Claus.
They were not however close enough to hear Guinevere whisper, "Merry Christmas Arthur."