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Here you go todays gift. Hope you like it.

Based on Dennis the Menace Christmas. Henry sees how busy his mom is and wants to give her something special for Christmas. He decides on the Christmas spirit and makes up a list of things he needs. Killian Jones is their neighbor and keeping an eye on the little family helps Henry with his list.

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Todays gift is art inspired by the movie Prancer. Hope finds a reindeer and is convinced it belongs to Santa and with her Uncle Leo hides it in her grandpas barn. Until her letter to Santa is let out, makes headlines in the Storybrooke Daily Mirror, and her parents find out along with the rest of the town.

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Todays gift art for a story I intended on writing (maybe next year). Alice at Christmastime

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Here is today gift. Hope you like it. Here is Emma and Killians Christmas card.

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@kazoosandfannypacks Sorry for the back up but just think now you get to open multiple gifts at once. Day

Todays gift is Captain Swan Living Room decorated for Christmas.

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⚠️WARNING ⚠️

Under cut is not to be shared with children!

Todays gift is a story of Emma trying to explain Santa to Killian.

“Swan?”

“Yeah babe?”

“How do we know Santa Claus?”

That caused Emma to stop she was doing and look up at her husband. He wore a genuine look of curiosity.

“Wh-” Emma paused giving thought to what exactly she wanted to ask.

Killian took this moment to speak up, “Earlier today you told Hope Santa Claus was coming. All day I tried to figure out who this person was and how we know them. My apologies love but I can’t remember them or their importance and I’d rather get this settled before their visit. When are they visiting?”

Emma couldn’t help the slow smile spread across her face and the small chuckle escape her lips.

“Swan I’m being serious.”

Emma waves her hands and shake her head. “No I know. I sometimes forget- Never mind. Um We don’t know Santa Claus personally.”

Killians eyebrows scrunch in further confusion. “Then why are they coming for a visit?”

“They aren’t.” Emma paused trying to think how best to explain this, “Santa Claus is a myth. We tell kids if they behave and are good kids. Santa Claus comes down the chimney on Christmas and leaves them gifts.”

As Emma is explaining she watches her husbands face morph from confusion to curiosity to horror to acceptance. “So we tell our daughter if she is good enough a strange man will break into our home and leave her a present.”

“He’s not a stranger. Everyone knows Santa. He lives at the North Pole and has elves to help him make all the toys. He rides a flying sleigh pulled by reindeer. He wears a red suit and hat with white fur trim, has a fluffy white beard, and is a jolly kind soul. He watches over kids and has a naughty and nice list. If you’re on the naughty list, you get coal. If you’re on the nice list you get presents.”

Killian nods, “So he’s a story.”

“Yes.”

“Like Peter Pan.”

“Yes. No. Kinda,” Emma stutters trying to find the best way to explain this, “Saint Nicholas was a real person. A kinda man who’s generosity gave way to the legend/myth of Santa Claus. Santa Claus now is a figure for the joy of giving. Anyone can be Santa we just all imagine him a a jolly old guy in a red suit. He’s one of the few pieces of magic we have in this realm.”

Killian hummed, “you sound like your mother lass.”

“Hey during Christmas that isn’t a bad thing.”

A couple of days go by and their conversation of Santa Claus all but forgot until one night.

Emma and Killian were curled up on the couch with Hope fast asleep on the floor in her nest of pillows and blankets and Henry drifting off in the arm chair. The family decided to have a double Christmas feature tonight. The credits of Santa Clause 2 began to roll on screen and Killian turned to his drowsy wife.

“Love were these based on the true story of Santa Claus?”

Emma let the giggle freely flow from her mouth, the word yes on the top of her tip but she bit down and said, “No I don’t think this is based on a true story. But in storybrooke you never know. I mean I am the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming and my husband is captain hook.”

“Yes well, in that case there’s no possible way these are true. Look what your realm did to my story.”

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Todays gift is sad to say some more poorly drawn fanart. I saw you were a fan of Avatar the Last Airbender so I decided to draw Emma as a fire bender and Killian as a water bender.

The first drawing is of them sparring. And the second is Killian healing Emma’s hand. Sorry they are so poor quality. I know the coloring looks bad but believe me it helped the drawings a lot. I did my best I swear.

Do you agree with my choice in which nation they are apart of or do you think they are better suited for a different one?

Also I believe Henry would show them ATLA at first they are reluctant to watch but it very quickly becomes a family favorite. Emma even tries to bender using her magic (she knows is partially possible since Zelena and Regina favor throwing fireballs).

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Todays gift. I recall seeing a post from you about wanting to see Killian in pastels so here I tried my best to put him in some.

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Todays gift art based on an adorbale short film. Henry is counting down the days and preparing for Christmas with his mom. When he comes home and finds his mom isn't alone. A man and a girl stood in there living room. That is when the bomb drops the are staying for Christmas.

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Todays gift a fic inspired by a popular winter song.

The Jones Christmas party was a success. The night had been filled with laughter and the exchanging of gifts and pranks. Most everyone had left, most except.

"Swan you really don't have to clean up," Killian insisted for the tenth time.

"It's fine. I know you like your place a certain way," Emma replied picking up some bottles that had been left on the table.

It wasn't even that big of a mess. His friends thankfully cleaned up after themselves as the night went on, for the most part. Knowing he wouldn't be able to convince her otherwise he left her in the living room. He went to the kitchen to begin cleaning there.

The place was clean in no time. In fact the only evidence there was a party was the three garbage bags in the kitchen, which Killian intended to take out in the morning.

"Well," Emma announced shuffling on her feet, "I guess thats it."

At some point she had pulled her hair back in a messy pony tail, along with discarding her sweater. She stood before him in a simple tank top and fitted jeans, still she was the most beautiful woman hes ever had the pleasure of knowing.

"Allow me to show you my appreciation with a drink."

"I can't stay."

"Just one drink." Killian looked in her eyes imploring her to stay just a little longer.

The corner of Emma's mouth turned up slightly in a shy smile, "Alright. One drink."

Killian turned to the kitchen as Emma made herself comfortable on the couch. He warmed some water in a kettle and prepared to mugs. Not long after he disappeared he reemerged holding to mugs.

"Thank you," Emma took the mug and took a sip, "Cinnamon?"

Killian nodded, "Thats how you like it. Is it not?"

"Yeah. I'm just surprised you remembered." She smiled into her mug before taking another sip.

The tips of Killians ears redden as he reached for his remote putting on a virtual yule log with soft music playing in the background.

"There now that should warm us up," he joked.

Emma smiled. They passed the time with light conversation and hidden glances. Before long something caught Killians eye out the windows. He pulled back the curtain slightly to reveal a snow storm.

Emma turned her head to look as well, "Oh I better go." She set her mug down on the coffee table and rose to her feet.

"Swan," He stopped her rising to his own feet, "There must be 3 feet of snow out there."

"I really can't stay."

"It's freezing outside."

Emma stopped looking for her sweater and shoes, looking up at her host, "This evening has been-"

"I'm glad you drop by." Killian took a step closer to her.

"It was really nice."

Killian gently grabbed her hands feeling how cold they got, "Your hands are like ice."

Leaning forward a bit he brought her hands to him as he tried to warm them with his warm breath. Sending a shiver down her spine.

"My mother will start to worry."

Killian picked up his head at this. He was greeted to the sight of a mischievous smile gracing Emmas face.

"Whats your hurry?" he quirked an eyebrow.

Emma looked down at her feet shifting her weight before meeting his gaze again and saying, "My father will be pacing the floor."

Killian straightened more never letting go of her hands, "Listen to the fire place roar."

"Well maybe a half a drink more."

Killian pulled her a little further in before letting her go. Grabbing her mug, he scurried to the kitchen to refill it with her favorite drink. When he returned he handed it back to her and turned the volume up on the fire place.

Cradling the mug close to her she spoke up again, "The neighbors might think."

Killian hesitated only a moment, "It's bad out there."

Emma took a sip from her mug, never taking her eyes off him. Barely taking the mug from her mouth she said, "Whats in this drink?"

Killians eye widen. He opened his mouth to reassure there was nothing in there besides cinnamon and chocolate. But as she lowered her mug her eyes held jest and her smirk calmed him. This was part of her game.

Killian sighed, "Your eyes are like starlight."

"I wish I knew how," Emma put the mug break on the table swaying closer to Killian, "to break this spell."

"Your hair looks swell," Killian smiled down at her. He brought up his hand moving a strand of hair out of her face.

"Mind if I move in closer," Killian asked as he took a step forward, his hands coming to resting on her hips.

"The welcome has been," Emma brought her hands around his neck, "so nice and warm."

"Look out the window at the storm." They began to sway in the spot. The sound of the virtual fire crackling and the soft instrumental music playing guiding them.

"My sister will be suspicious. My brother will be at the door."

He had no doubt that Elsa and Mary Margret would be gossiping about her staying late. David would surely break down his door. But all Killian could focus on was the woman infront of him.

"Gosh your lips look delicious."

Finally the space between them was closed. Their lips danced as sparks flew bewteen them. This had been like nothing either of them had ever experienced before. They pulled each other closer unable to get enough of each other.

When them came up for air, Killian was the first to speak, "Since we've no place to go. Let it snow."

Emma giggled at that before leaning in for another kiss.

Without breaking apart Killian lifted Emma and carried her to his bedroom. It was cold outside but they were sweating by morning.

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Todays late gift. I decided to put together a couple of christmas inspired stories that either are written by me in past years or a couple of my personal favorites.

White Solstice

Merry Christmas

Hope for the Holidays

Absolutely Not Sick

Rat King

A Fine Friendmas

My Frozen Valentine

Neverland Christmas Carol

Black Friday

I have to read all of these at least once a year. I hope you find as much joy in them as I do.

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Here we go again. Here is todays sad excuse for a gift. I saw that you seemed to like Star Wars. So Emma and Killian dressed as Han Solos and Leia.

The entire time drawing this I just kept thinking this was Emma’s idea but afterwards she’s slightly annoyed with Killian because it was so easy for him to get dressed and her hair alone took like an hour to braid and style it. Also we ignore hands here and the coloring fucked up their faces but I did my best sorry it’s not the greatest.

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I did my best but heres todays gift.

Killian was sprinting down the street. He was quiet literally running late.

'David is going to kill me. If Liam doesn't get his hands on me first.' Killian thought to himself.

He turned a sharp corner. Running straight into something. All of a sudden Killian was on the ground and wet. Before he could right himself and see just what he ran into, the what or rather who spoke up.

"Really?"

He looked up to see a beautiful woman. Her gentle blonde curls pulled artfully into a messy ponytail, wearing fitted dark blue jeans knee high boots a red leather jacket on top of a light grey shirt which now was covered in a rather large brown stain. Her head turned down looking at her shirt now covered in the drink she was holding.

Killian looked down and sure enough he was wearing a similar stain on his shirt.

"Bloody hell," Killian whispered.

This caused the womans glare to turn from her shirt to him.

Killian began to stand as he said, "I am so sorry lass. Please allow me to pay for your drink."

"Watch where you're going next time." She muttered as she pushed past him.

Killian would've went after her if it wasn't for his phone beginning to buzz in his pocket. With one more glance toward the blonde he continued on his way.

Moments later he arrived at Storybrookes town hall. Bursting through the doors he ran down the hall before coming to a halt. Looking all around trying to find where he was suppose to go.

"Killian!"

He turned to the shout to find his brother, Liam.

"You're late," Liam stated as Killian made his way over to him. "What happened to you?"

"Be glad, I'm here."

"Come on lets get you ready."

Some time later Davids wife dressed in her holiday best stood in front of an anxious crowd.

"Hello everyone! Thank you all for patiently waiting and for all your contributions to our toys for tots and food pantry. All toys and food will be sent to families in need this holiday season. There are some snacks along with hot chocolate and water courtesy of Storybrookes finest Grannys Diner feel free to help yourself. There are also plenty of crafts and games to be done." Mary Margret paused looking to her left and right before saying, "Did anyone else here that?"

This caused the crowd to also begin looking around.

"Huh? I swore I just heard a clatter." On that cue sleigh bells started to ring out through the space. "Does anyone else hear belles?"

The kids in the audience all yelled yes.

"Do you know what that means?" Mary Margret replied.

The over the speakers was heard 'Santa Claus is coming to town.' Killian came around the corner dressed as the man himself, Santa Claus. Waving at all the excited children letting out a ho ho ho he came to stand next to Mary Margret.

"Hello Mr Claus! Thank you so much for taking time out of your busy schedule to visit us."

Through his beard in his best Santa Claus voice Killian said, "Well Ms Blanchard I had some elves running around telling me how great the children of Storybrooke have been this year. So I thought I might stop by and personally ask them what they wanted for Christmas. Would you mind helping me?"

"I would love too."

As Mary Margret gave instructions on how pictures with Santa would work the curtain behind them opened to reveal an intricate display with a grand chair for Santa to sit with enough room for a child to sit next to him should they decline sitting on his lap.

The children all lined up with their parents and one by one came up to speak with Santa Claus. Mary Margret assisted in introductions with shy children and helped take pictures should the parents want to join in. She even helped when one little girl told him insisted that if he was the real Santa he should know her name, mouthing the name behind the child.

Mary Margret approached him, “You’re doing great Killian. Just 3 more kids and then your done.”

Not allowing him to speak she ran off the get the next two kids. A brother and sister pair.

“Hello there. What’s your names?”

“My names Ava and this is my brother Nicholas.” The girl, Ava, spoke for her and her brother. The young lad looking nervously down at his shoes.

“I’m glad to meet you both. Would you care for a picture?”

They nodded and stood on either side of him as their father took their picture.

Killian turned to Ava and asked, “Now Ava what would you like for Christmas?”

“I’d like a tool box. So I can help my dad.”

Killian smiled at the young girl, “That’s a very nice thought. A tool box can be very helpful; it can also be a way to be creative. You look like a very smart girl. I’m sure you’d do wonders with a gift like that.”

The girl smile so bright at him as he turned to the boy.

“Now Nicholas what would you like for Christmas?”

The boy continued to look at his feet shuffling as he did. He looked like he had something to say but was afraid to say it.

Killian turned back to the boy sister, “Ava would you be so kind and go to your father. I think Nicholas and I need to have a word in private.”

Ava looked at her brother then her father than back again before nodding and making her way to her dad. Turning around only once to look back at Santa, who gave her an encouraging nod.

“Now Nicholas it’s just you and me. Do you have something to tell me, lad?”

Never looking up from his feet he muttered, “I’m on the naughty list.”

“Oh and what makes you think that?”

“I don’t listen to my dad sometimes. I goof off too much. I get in fights with Ava. And I eat too many sweets.” Nicholas said in a huff.

“Ah I see,” Killian said almost to himself before continuing, “Nicholas can I share a secret with you?”

The boy pick up his head only slightly before nodding.

“I sometimes sneak a cookie or two before and after dinner.”

The boys eyes went wide at Santa’s declaration so Killian continued.

“I also sometimes get in arguments with my elves. I forget to help Mrs Claus around the house. And I am a bit of a goof myself. Now do you think I’m naughty?”

Nicholas shook his head so hard Killian was sure it may come loose.

“Just because we do naughty things every once in a while doesn’t make us naughty. Now as I said earlier I had some of my best elves watching over Storybrooke. They did tell me of naughty behavior from everyone but not one person came back as naughty.”

The boy was now looking Santa in the eye. His eyes sparkling at Santa’s words.

“I can tell your a mischievous lad but you are a kind one, most Nicholases are,” Killian added with a wink.

Nicholas face finally broke out into a smile. He threw himself in Killians arms and Killian held the boy until he let go.

“Now what would you like for Christmas?”

After telling Killian he wanted for Christmas Nicholas scurried off to join his small family. Killian waved them off as they walked off to join the rest of the celebration. Before turning to greet the last child he was to see.

Mary Margret held the hand of a little boy with brown hair and a round face. As they approached him the little boy slowly let go of the older woman’s hand, picking up his pace as if he were on a mission.

“Hi Santa”

“Well hello there! What might your name be?”

The lad stuck out his hand, “I’m Henry.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Henry.” Killian took the boys hand and gently shook it, “You have a very good hand shake.”

“Thank you,” Henry said letting go of the man’s hand.

“Would you care to sit on my lap?”

“No, thank you.”

“That’s quite alright. Why don’t you take a seat right here next to me?”

Henry obliged and sat down. They turned to look and see David and Mary Margret standing there to take a picture of Henry with Santa. Once they singled they had the picture Killian turned to the lad sitting next to him and asked, “what would you like for Christmas?”

“I don’t want anything.”

Killian tilted his head, “Really? Why’s that?”

“Well I don’t want anything for me.”

“Oh?”

“I want you to help my mom.”

“Your mum?”

Henry nodded, “She works really hard. She does everything she can for me and she helps whoever she can.”

Killian smiled, “Your mum sounds like a wonderful woman. Is that her over there?” He nodded his head over the where Mary Margret and David where waiting for the lad.

“No. My moms not here right now. But she will be soon. She’s always working or helping someone. And I just want her to be happy. She says she’s fine but I see she’s tired and sometimes she seems sad and mad. So I want you to help her be happy.”

“I understand. That’s a hard present to bring down the chimney but I’ll see what I can do. But I’m going to ask your help with this.”

Henry leaned forward to listen carefully as to what Santa was about to tell him.

“It’s okay for your mom to be mad or sad sometimes. It’s not good for her to bottle that all up. So I need you anytime you see her and she looks upset just to hug her and tell her you love and appreciate her. I know for a fact if you do that whatever bad feelings or thoughts she maybe having will melt away. You’d be surprise how happy you can make her.”

Henry gave him a big grin and nodded before running off.

Killian waved a goodbye to everyone before disappearing behind the scenes to change into regular clothes. His brothers wife was kind enough to get him a set of clean clothes. After his change and a quick bathroom break he joined the rest of the festivities.

Mary Margret quickly located him and enveloped him in a hug.

“Killian you were perfect! Thank you again so much for doing this,” She said pulling away.

“I’m glad I could help. I only wish I could help grant some of the children’s wishes.”

“Well you know the holidays are all about granting wishes and miracles,” David piped up.

A bought of laughter turned Killians attention to a table of kids. He saw the lad, Henry, amongst the table.

“I wanted to ask you,” Killian pointed over to the boy, “who is that boy?”

Mary Margret followed Killian finger to see who he was pointing to, “Oh Henry?”

Killian nodded.

“He’s our, for all intents and purposes, nephew. His mother is my best friend and is like a sister to David.”

“Where is she?”

“Why do you ask,” David asked sternly.

“I’m honestly surprised you haven’t met her yet,” Mary Margret expressed.

“Mom!”

Their attention was turn toward Henry again as they watched him run across the room to the door where stood the blonde woman Killian had ran to stood. The boy ran into her arms and they collided into warm embrace.

“There she is, Emma Swan.”

“What about Henry’s father?”

“It’s just her and Henry. She works at the sheriffs station. But she also does a little bit of everything around the town.” Mary Margret informed him.

“We try to help her out when we can. But she’s can be stubborn and prides herself on being an independent woman,” David spoke up.

Killian hummed thinking of the little boys wish. If he was to make the lads wish come true it maybe more difficult then he originally thought. How do you help someone that doesn’t believe they need help?

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Todays gift is based on “12 Dates of Christmas” abc family movie.

On the 12 day of Christmas my true love gave to me

“I hate this song.”

“It’s the holiday version of 99 bottles. Speaking of bottles. Why don’t me and you get out of here and get a drink?”

Bella glared at the office creep until he walked away with his tail tucked between his legs. Returning to her phone as she shouts over her shoulder, “Killian when did Pan say we could leave?”

“When the party was over.”

“Are you planning on joining us?”

“Be there in a moment,” Killian shouted from his cubical. Picking up his phone dialing the number he’s been thinking about all day.

“Hey Milah. It’s Killian. I was just calling wondering if we could share Smee for Christmas. I haven’t seen him for a couple of months. Just give me a call and let me know.” Killian hung up the phone as one of his coworkers dropped his secret Santa gift on his desk.

Ripping the wrapping paper revealed a Nicholas Sparks book. Grabbing the rest of his stuff he jumped up and ran to join the rest of the holiday party.

"Hey," he called getting the attention of his dancing coworker, "Stop that. Would a woman like a Nicholas Sparks book for Christmas?"

"Yeah."

"Sure."

"Totally."

"No. Not really. Get her wine."

Killian shoved the book into a coworkers hands muttering, "Merry Christmas." Before grabbing Bellas hand and leaving.

"You know what I got for Secret Santa?" Bella asked as they walked down the street.

"Hmm?"

"Jam. Freaking jam."

"Jam isn't bad."

"I hate jam."

"It's the thought that counts."

"There was no thought."

"I like jam."

The petite blonde turned and looked at Killian, "Oh my god! It was from you!"

Killian scratched behind his ear, "I forgot about secret santa. I grabbed the first thing I saw."

"Socks would've been better."

"Your real present is coming tomorrow. I apologize lass. I have just been distracted."

"By what?"

Killian hesitated before saying, "The holidays."

"Meaning Milah."

"I called her today." Killian steered them into a mall.

"You holiday dialed your ex?"

"Excuse me?"

"Its like drunk dialing but during the holidays and more pathetic. You can't blame that call on rum."

"It's not pathetic and you need to help me find a present for her."

As they entered the first shop Bella turns and asks, "How do you know she will even want to see you?"

"It's the holidays. We love the holidays," Killian explained. Remembering how they mostly loved how the holidays were an excuse to stay at home in bed with each other.

"News flash," Bella shouted at him interrupting his day dream, "You aren't a 'we' anymore."

"We will be after tonight," Killian stated firmly.

"You're delusional," Bella muttered while looking at a rack of coats.

"I prefer optimistic. Now help me find a gift."

"Whats the rush?"

"I have a blind date at 5." Killain threw over his shoulder as he made his way to a display of jewelry.

That caught his friends attention.

"You have a blind date and you're meeting Milah?" Bella stormed over beside him.

"The blind date isn't going anywhere."

"How do you know? You haven't even met the poor girl."

"It was set up by my dads friend."

Bella rolled her eyes, "You mean by Maia his wife. Killain they've been married for 10 years. They have a son. Your half brother."

"AH HA!" Killian snatched a box holding gold diamond earrings, "What do you think of those?"

Bella took a look at the price, "Their 250$."

"Nothing says miracle like diamonds."

Bella looked between Killian and the earrings, "I'm out. You are my best friend and I love you platonically. But I will not stand by and encourage your insanity. I'm going back to the holiday party."

Killian turned his gaze to her at that, "Why?"

"You have a blind date and your crazy optimism. I have Felix in security."

Killian winced, "You're better than that."

Bella rolled her eyes, "Right back at ya. Happy Christmas."

"Happy Christmas."

Killian paid for the earrings then made his way through the mall hoping to find the Christmas wrappers. As he stepped off the escalator there were christmas caroler singing to his left as he turned her was hit with a strange scent and wet spray. The world began to spin and then went black.

The next thing he knew he woke up on the floor with a tan elderly man and a black woman standing over him.

"Are you alright?" the man spoke in a gruff voice.

"I spritzed you and you passed out."

Killian began sitting up.

"Oh wow. Be careful now," The gentleman warned grabbing his arms to hep him up. "Has this ever happened to you before?"

"Uh no. This hasn't." Killian thought for a moment before speaking again, "I haven't eaten today. Must be low blood sugar."

"Maybe you should take it easy."

"Thanks mate but I'm fine." Killian continued walking.

He finally made it out of the mall, passing a man trying desperately to untangle lights, to his apartment. He was welcome to the sight of his buildings elevator broken. After marching up the stairs he made it to his apartment door, before he could unlock the door his neighbor, a sweet old lady who insisted on most everyone calling her Granny, cornered him.

"Elevator still broken. Super says it'll be fixed by the new year but I wouldn't hold your breath. Anyways I made you a cherry chip loaf."

Killian was finally able to get his door open, turning he took the offered gift thanked the woman before closing the door behind him.

His apartment phone blinked red indicating he had a message. He pressed the button hoping to hear the voice of his ex but was instead greeted with the voice of a different woman.

'Hey Killian. It's Emma your blind date for the evening. Um just calling to say I got your message about the Rabbit Hole. Sounds good to me so I guess I'll see you at 5.'

Killian threw the cake his neighbor just gave him on the counter then went to change out of his office attire and into something more suitable for his date. When he felt he was dressed appropriately headed on his way.

He entered the bar first thing he sees is a rather large gentleman staring expectantly at the door.

"You look like a man that has been waiting for a miracle."

"I have a blind date."

"Oh please tell me you aren't waiting for someone named Killian."

The man grimaced, "No a Phyllis."

"Killy?"

Killian turned his gaze to a stunning blonde in a pink dress, "Emma?"

She flashed him a blinding smile as he approached her.

"And it's Killian."

"Sorry. Maia told me-"

"It's fine. It's something we are working on." Killian brushed her off as they took a seat.

"You look relieved," Killian commented.

"Yeah well you never know with blind dates."

Just then a waitress came over and dropped off two drinks, "Oh I ordered for you. I hope that's alright."

"I'm actually not a beer man."

Emma cocked her head to the side, "Its not a beer it's a logger."

"I just never fancied it."

"It was a shot in the dark. Why not try something new?"

He turned to the waitress and asked for a rum. He turned back to the blonde and offered a smile as she fidgeted in her seat.

"This is going well," Killian commented trying to subtly look at his phone that he placed on the table.

Emma let a giggle slip from her lips, "Not awkward at all."

"So Killian what do you do? Maia wasn't willing to give any details about you other than you're a handsome gentleman."

Killian turned away at the compliment, "If it makes you feel any better she was the same with information about you. Only saying that you were a lovely lass that I just had to meet."

"I hope I don't disappoint."

Killian looked down at his phone again before answering her question, "I working in shipment. I keep track of what packages go where and which shipping containers they go in."

"That sounds-"

"Boring? Aye." He looked down at his phone again.

"Is there something wrong?"

"No why?"

"You keep looking at your phone."

Before he could speak his phone began going off. He rushed to pick it up muttering an excuse me before answering it.

"Hello? Milah? My place? Give me a moment." He pulled the phone away from his ear turning to his date who's face had scrunched up a bit.

"Would you mind if we pick this up another time?"

"Whos Milah?" Emma leaned back in her seat crossing her arms over her chest.

"My Ex."

Emma waved him off as she got out of her seat grabbing her leather jacket off the back of the chair, "Go. It was nice to meet you Killian."

She stormed out of the bar before Killian could speak another word. Pressing the phone back to his ear he confirmed with Milah to meet up with her at his apartment building. A half an hour later he was standing outside his building.

"Killian?"

He turned around to see a dark haired woman approaching him. The woman he has been waiting all night for. When they met they smiled at each other and leaned in for a polite kiss on the cheek.

"I brought Max like you asked. I think he missed you."

"I missed him too. Great we can spend the night the three of us."

A dog bark turned their attention to behind them. Killian looked to see max being held by a strange man.

"Killian this is Robert. We are heading to a cabin and thought you could watch Max for us."

Killian looked between the man and the woman in front of him.

"It's a little cold." The man said handing off the leash to Milah, "I'll just wait in the car."

As the man walked off Killian turned back to Milah. "Who's he?"

"Killian-"

"How long?"

"3 months. We knew each other in highschool. We reconnected and really-"

"Connected." Killian paused before asking his next question, "Do you love him?"

Milah took a breath in before say, "Yeah I do."

Killian just nodded taking the leash from her, "Thank you again for bringing Smee I really did miss him."

Without waiting for her response he made his way down the street to his own car starting the trek to his fathers.

Killian sat in an armchair in the living room as his father and Maia talked about how disappointed they were Liam couldn't be there tonight with Elsa and the grandchildren but Will should be there first thing in the morning for presents.

"You are staying the night Killian right?" Maia asked.

"Sure he will. We'll open gifts Christmas morning just like how we used to." his father chimed in patting him on his shoulder.

"Dad nothing is like it used to be. Not since moms passing."

Brennan glanced at Maia who's face had fallen slightly. Just then the phone rang, Maia stepped out to answer it.

"Killian that was rather rude."

Killian shook his head, "Dad you're wife died and you found a replacement. But I won't replace my mom."

Brennan leaned forward meeting his sons eye, "Maia isn't trying to replace anyone."

Just then Maia stepped back into the room, "That was Emma. She said you blew her off for another woman."

"Killian."

"That wasn't my intention-"

"Emma is the sweetest girl. She deserved better than that."

"I will call her tomorrow, offer a sincere apology, and try to reschedule our date."

Maia scoffed, "That ship has sailed. And I'll tell you it was one hell of a ship. You can't go back and fix this."

Not wanting to deal with anymore disappointed comments or glares Killian decided it was his time to leave.

Once home he quickly stripped out of his clothes threw on some sweat pants and cuddled up in bed them smee resting at his feet.

Nearing midnight Smee shifted, his paw landing on the remote turning on Killians tv. An infomercial played across the screen of a partridge broach warning customers of the sale that will end at midnight. As the clock turned to 12:00 something strange happened. The partridge broach began to glow. The light encompassing the entire room and the clock began to turn back.

Killian opened his eyes and he was once again greeted with the sight of a elderly tan man and a black woman standing over him as carolers sang in the distance.

"I spritzed you and you passed out," the black woman explained.

Killian furrowed his eyebrows, "What the bloody hell?"

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Kazoos Advent Calendar

@kazoosandfannypacks Day

It was snowing by me for a short while and though its stopped and all melted it caused me to be inspired for todays gift. So today your gift is a Captain Swan snowglobe complete with the captain swan house and Emma and Killian sharing a winter kiss.

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Kazoos Advent Calendar

@kazoosandfannypacks Day

Didn't think I forgot did you? I should've said earlier gifts won't be posted the same time everyday. It's still the 3rd for me so I hope we have similar timezones so its still the 3rd for you. Todays gift is an aesthetic of Emma and Henry taking Killian to the zoo to see all the animals and zoo lights.