This photo from the late 1800s served as the inspiration for the classic lithographs of Santa Marta La Dominadora and, in Benin, the entire conception of the deity Mami Wata:
Previous to the above photograph being taken, Santa Marta has always been portrayed as a white woman dressed as a typical saint with a dragon instead of snakes.
The photograph, which was widely distributed across Europe, and into both West Africa and the Caribbean, was actually of a Roma (offensively referred to as “G*psy” at the time) woman or at least someone pretending to be a Roma woman.
This is an excellent example of real, cross-cultural syncretism.
Santa Marta la Dominadora, at least in Afro-Caribbean religions, rules over a type of trabajo (working) called amarres. Amarres are dominating love spells, spells that bind someone to love another person against their will. They tend to be the kind of trabajos and obras most requested of professional readers, rootworkers, and bruj@s. Personally, they are taboo to me so I don’t go anywhere near them, but I respect people who can make that happen.
Bilbo cradled his crying nephew in
his arms as he stepped out of the Santa line once more. The poor young boy
wanted to see Santa Claus so badly and Bilbo was absolutely determined to make
it happen, but every time they neared the front Frodo would lose his nerve and
start crying so that Bilbo had to step out of line to console him. Some of the
volunteer helper elves were giving him pitying looks. The others just rolled
their eyes whenever he stepped back in line. They probably thought that he
should just give up, but this was Frodo’s first Christmas since he lost his
parents and Bilbo was determined to make it a good one.
As he went over to sit on one of
the benches surrounding Santa’s display, Bilbo noticed two young boys sitting
pressed against each other, despite the large area of seating they could
occupy, and staring wonderingly at Santa as the jolly man laughed and smiled at
each of the little children that sat upon his lap. Bilbo took a moment to look
around for anyone who looked like the children’s parents before sitting. It
wasn’t uncommon in this store for children to wander unattended as the toy
store encouraged their employees to bring their own children to make it more
fun for any customers.
“Why’s he crying?” the younger boy
with raven hair asked as he stared wide-eyed at Frodo.
“It’s none of our business,” the
older elbowed his brother. The young one looked at his older brother before
turning his head down so that Bilbo could only barely see the imperceptible
tremble of his lower lip. The elder must have seen it too, though, because he
pulled his brother even closer to him so he could wrap an arm around him.
“It’s alright,” Bilbo shook his
head before the younger could cry. “Do you want to tell them, Frodo?” His young
nephew had become very shy ever since his parents’ death and Bilbo did his best
to get him to come out of his shell through situations like this.
“I want to see Santa!” the boy
“But you were in line to see Santa
when you started crying,” the young one pointed out, not even a sign that he
was just about to cry himself only moments ago.
“He just got a bit nervous,” Bilbo
replied. “We’ll see Santa soon enough. What about you boys? Have you seen Santa
The younger looked to the older.
“We’re saving our money for a Christmas present for our Uncle,” the elder said,
though both boys still looked at Santa longingly.
It only took a moment before
Bilbo’s mind was made up. He only hoped it worked. “Well then, I have a request
to ask of you.” Both boys looked at him. “You see, my little Frodo gets so
nervous to meet Santa by himself, but I think that if you two go with him, he
won’t be so nervous anymore. Would you be willing to accompany him, if I pay
“Really?” all three boys asked at
course,” Bilbo grinned. In a moment all three boys were up and tugging him back
into the line. Bilbo got a couple of eye-rolls and a couple of grins, but he
paid them no mind. He was certain this would be the last time he would be in
The wait in the line, long as it
was, actually seemed to go by rather quickly as Bilbo’s nephews played around
him with the two boys, who had introduced themselves as Fili and Kili, who had
become fast friends. It all came to an end, however, when Frodo realized they
were at the front of the line. He immediately froze and Bilbo frowned as he
started to tear up.
“Don’t worry,” said Fili as he
wrapped the boy and his brother in a hug. “We’ll all walk together and then it
won’t be so scary. Isn’t that right?” he asked as he turned to Bilbo.
“That’s exactly right,” Bilbo
grinned and then it was their turn and Fili and Kili both took one of Frodo’s
hands to lead him to Santa.
“Ho ho ho,” Santa grinned, “which
one of you wants to sit in my lap first?”
Both boys looked at Frodo,
completely willing to let him go first, but Bilbo’s nephew shrunk back with
wide and teary eyes. “I’ll go first,” said Kili, “just to show you it’s not so
bad. Then you can go and then Fili can go.” Fili nodded at the idea, which
caused Frodo to give a hesitant nod of his own. Kili grinned and scrambled up
into Santa’s lap before the helper elves could even attempt to help him up
making the old man laugh.
“And what would you like for
Christmas this year?”
“I want to learn archery!” Kili
said. “The people in the movies are so cool with their bows and arrows!”
“Is that so?” Santa laughed. “I’ll
see what I can do.”
“Look this way,” said the rather
bored looking helper elf behind the camera.
Kili smiled at the camera just long
enough for the elf to take his picture before he scrambled right back off
Santa’s lap. “It’s your turn,” he said to Frodo who still looked very nervous,
but agreed anyway.
Bilbo quickly stepped forward to
help place his nephew on Santa’s lap before any of the helper elves could do
it. He knew that if any of them tried to pick the boy up, he would lose his
nerve immediately, so he made sure that it would only be him and Santa that
would be in contact with his nephew.
Frodo squirmed a bit in Santa’s
lap, glancing at his Uncle and then his two new friends before finally settling
and turning to face the jolly old fellow. “Hello,” Santa said with his most
calming voice. Bilbo had caught him giving him a sympathetic look every now and
again when he would have to get out of line and he looked just as proud of
Frodo for making it this far as Bilbo was. He was also being just as careful
not to frighten the boy. “And have you been a good boy this year?” Frodo
nodded. “Oh yes,” said Santa, “I think you’re definitely on my nice list, so
what would you like for Christmas?”
“I want more stories,” Frodo
mumbled. It was rather an odd request for one so young as Frodo to want books
at his young age, but the boy loved to hear all the stories that Bilbo read to
him and was already trying to read on his own. In fact, he had already bought a
couple books for his nephew, but he could definitely go and buy more to be from
“Books?” Santa smiled. “I’ll see
what I can do.”
“Look this way,” said the cameraperson
and Frodo managed a small smile long enough for the camera to take his picture.
“Now you have a Merry Christmas,
okay?” Santa said and Frodo nodded before allowing Bilbo to place him back on
the ground where Kili pulled him off to the side so that Fili could step up.
This time Santa reached forward and settled Fili on his lap. “And what can I
get you for Christmas, young man?”
“I want my family to spend
Christmas in a house,” Fili said.
“A house?” asked Santa with a frown
while Bilbo had to hold back a gasp nearby.
Fili nodded. “Ours was burned down
recently and we don’t have the money to get a new one, so I thought I would ask
Santa. I want my family to spend Christmas in a house.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” said
Santa somewhat hesitantly, but he made sure to smile when the cameraperson
called their attention for the picture.
Fili jumped off Santa’s lap and
went to his brother and new friend to wait eagerly to see the pictures that
Bilbo had gotten for them. Bilbo took them quietly, getting a pitying look from
the Santa, but refusing to say that he wasn’t actually the one who had lost his
home. He didn’t want to make the boys feel bad. He was already growing to like
them. As was Frodo.
Suddenly a plan formed in Bilbo’s
head and he grinned. “Would you boys mind taking me to see your family? I’d
like to give them these pictures.”
the boys agreed and they took Frodo’s hands once more before they set off.
It turned out that the boy’s family
was a rather burly man who was set to stock the shelves. He honestly didn’t
even look like he belonged in a toy store like this and Bilbo wondered why he
had this job when he looked like he could be doing so many more different
“Why don’t you boys go play with
the trains over there,” still in Bilbo’s line of sight, but far enough away
that they might not overhear his conversation, “while I talk to your dad.”
“Okay!” the boys chorused together.
“Excuse me?” Bilbo said as he
approached the man. He was tall and looked like he could look rather
intimidating had he not been in the middle of a toy store wearing an apron.
“Yes?” the man asked as he turned
to face Bilbo. “Can I help you find something?”
“Oh no!” Bilbo shook his head. “I
just came to give you these,” Bilbo said as he handed the Santa pictures to the
“Oh!” he frowned, but still took
the pictures eagerly. “How much do I owe you?”
“Oh nothing,” Bilbo shook his head.
“Your boys were actually a great help to me. You see, my poor nephew just got
so nervous when he almost got to Santa and would start crying. He took an
immediate liking to your sons so I asked them to join us. He made it to the
front and they encouraged helped him through the whole process. It was really a
great help to me.”
“I see,” the man nodded slowly, still
not seeming to believe what Bilbo was saying.
“Actually,” Bilbo said. “There is
one thing.” The man sighed and went to pull out his wallet, but Bilbo wasn’t
finished. “You see, it’ll just be my nephew and I for Christmas this year, the
poor thing lost his parents and this’ll be his first year without them, and I
was wondering, since he’s taken such a liking to your sons, if you would, if
it’s not an inconvenience of course, come spend Christmas with us?”
The man’s eyes widened, but he
shook his head slowly. “We don’t want to inconvenience…”
“It would be a great help to me,”
Bilbo said before he could even finish that thought.
The man frowned, watching his boys
play with the small boy that they seemed to like very much, before turning back
to Bilbo. “I suppose, as long as we aren’t inconveniencing you.”
“Great!” Bilbo grinned, refraining
from any of the twitchy movements that he was prone to whenever he was excited.
Just a little bit more and his plan would be in action. “You can come over for
the day on Christmas Eve and then spend the night. The boys can share Bilbo’s
room and I have a guest room that you could use. Frodo will be so excited.”
“I work Christmas Eve,” the man
shook his head.
“Oh,” Bilbo’s face fell, but after
a moment he realized that this would be even better. “Well, if it’s not too
much trouble, maybe I could come and pick the boys up. I’ll need to do a bit of
last minute shopping at this mall anyway.”
“I don’t know,” the man said
“Please,” Bilbo said. “It would
make Frodo so happy to get to spend all of Christmas Eve with his friends. I
promise that I will take good care of them.”
The man sighed. “Alright. My
nephews will be very happy to join you on Christmas Eve.”
“Thank you!” Bilbo grinned, this
time not being able to stop himself from jumping a little on his toes. “My
name’s Bilbo Baggins,” he said as he reached into his wallet, pulling out a
card with his name and number on it along with a pen.
“Thorin Oakenshield.” The man just
barely had enough time to reply before Bilbo was speaking again.
written my address on this. Feel free to contact me whenever. I’ll be here
Christmas Eve as soon as the mall opens. Can I pick your nephews up then?”
Thorin nodded. “Great. I have to go now, but I will make sure to be here on
Surprisingly, Thorin contacted
Bilbo the very next day, a week before Christmas Eve, wondering if he could
bring anything. Bilbo almost said that Thorin didn’t need to worry about
anything and that he would take care of everything, but he thought that might
be pushing his luck a bit. Instead, he said that Thorin could make whatever he
liked in Bilbo’s kitchen. He even offered that Thorin could buy the ingredients
and bring them to Bilbo’s house so they wouldn’t have to be transported from
Thorin’s house. Thorin agreed and came by a couple of days before Christmas Eve
toting groceries and his boys.
“Come in,” Bilbo smiled. “Frodo’s
in the living room just through that door,” he pointed where Christmas music
was playing and the boys were gone, “and the kitchen is right this way.”
“Thank you,” Thorin said shifting
the groceries on his arm.
“Do you want to carry anything?”
“I’m okay,” Thorin shook his head.
“Can I ask what you’ll be making?”
“It’s a family recipe,” Thorin
replied. “We make it every year on Christmas Eve.”
“Oh,” Bilbo smiled. “I’m glad that
you’ll let us join in your family tradition.”
“It’s the least we can do,” Thorin
shrugged as he put the last of the ingredients away.
“I’m terribly sorry to ask this,”
Bilbo said after a moment, “but, you see, I’m trying to put the tree up, but
Frodo is very eager to start decorating it and it would go so much faster with
Thorin laughed and shook his head,
but followed Bilbo into the room where the mess of the tree was. “You haven’t
even started putting it up.”
“Yes, well, it’s a new tree and I
can’t quite figure out how to put the stand together, which is absolutely
necessary before we can put the branches on. Luckily, they light up on their
own, so we don’t have to put any lights on.”
Thorin laughed again as he rolled up his sleeves. “Let’s get to it.”
Thorin and Bilbo both collapsed on
the couch after handing the some of the ornaments that were least likely to
break to the boys to hang on the tree. “That was exhausting,” Bilbo sighed. It
really was too, and not because of the setting up of the actual tree. They kept
having to stop and chase after the boys for one reason or the other the entire
time that they were trying to set up the tree.
“You know all those ornaments are
going to go on the bottom of the tree,” Thorin replied.
“That’s not all of them,” Bilbo
answered. “I just want to take a break before we dive into the actual
decorations as well.” Thorin nodded immediately and the two sat in silence as
they watched the boys place the ornaments all over the bottom of the tree. “So,
Kili asked to learn archery for Christmas, but I didn’t quite hear what Fili
wanted from Santa,” Bilbo lied. Surely the boy had wanted something before the
fire and Bilbo was determined to figure out what it was.
“He wants to learn fencing,” Thorin
shrugged. Bilbo laughed. “I actually got them a toy bow and a wooden sword, but
something happened and they were destroyed. I can’t afford anymore. If it
wasn’t for you, I’m not sure we would even be having a Christmas this year.”
“It doesn’t really surprise me that Fili would
want to learn fencing,” Bilbo said, eager to change the subject to something
happier. “My own boy wants books. He can’t even read yet. I’m sure that he will
grow up to be a scholar or something.”
“He does seem like the type,”
Thorin nodded. “He’s very quiet. Perfect for a library.” That was true. Even
when he was crying, Frodo almost never raised his voice. Sometimes, Bilbo
wouldn’t even know the boy was upset until he crawled up next to him and cried
“He’s actually been a lot more
outgoing recently,” Bilbo confided. “Ever since my cousins died, he’s not
really spoken to anyone besides myself. I’m truly very glad that you’ll be
joining us for Christmas.”
“We’ll happily be at your service,”
Thorin nodded and Bilbo smiled up at him. For a brief moment, their eyes
connected and Bilbo looked away first with a blush on his face.
“Well,” said Bilbo, jumping off the
couch with new found nervous energy. “I suppose we should start decorating the
tree before it becomes too bottom heavy.” He dug around in his bags. And dug
around some more. And dug around some more before frowning. “I’ve forgotten to
get a tree topper.”
“I have one,” Thorin replied as he
too stood. “It’s actually in my car. I can go get it.”
“Oh good!” Bilbo grinned. “I’ll
“No!” Thorin said immediately,
making Bilbo jump. He took a moment to calm before continuing. “You should stay
with the boys so that my nephews don’t get in any trouble.”
“Okay,” Bilbo said nervously and
Thorin hurried out of the room.
“He just doesn’t want you to see
how messy the car is,” Kili said with a smile. “There’s clothes and blankets
all over the place.”
“Oh,” Bilbo said slowly. “I see.”
But it wasn’t what Kili was saying that Bilbo understood. He knew that the
family he had invited over had lost their home, but he hadn’t thought that they
were actually living in their car. If he had any worries about inviting this
family into his home, which he didn’t, they would’ve been discarded with that
realization. Now he was even gladder that he chose to do this even though it
was something he never would have done before, which was quite a realization in
Thorin returned with a big metallic
star that Bilbo almost feared would be too heavy for the tree to even hold up,
but Thorin assured him that it was rather light before handing it to him. “It
is very light,” Bilbo agreed. “Will you put it on the top.”
“It’s too high,” Thorin shook his
head. Bilbo really had gotten a rather tall tree and they couldn’t find any
“Well then I certainly can’t
reach,” Bilbo frowned.
Thorin only smirked before he
swooped around Bilbo and picked him right off the ground until he could reach
the top. The boys giggled at Bilbo’s shriek, but he quickly got over it and set
the star where it was supposed to be so that Thorin would let him down from,
what he considered, the rather precarious hold.
“Don’t do that again,” Bilbo
smacked Thorin’s arm, but the bigger man just laughed.
“Me too,” said Frodo, reaching out
to Thorin with an ornament in his hand. Bilbo was actually surprised that the
boy was so willing to be held by another, but Thorin reached down and carefully
picked the boy up into his arms so that he could place the ornament in what he
considered to be the perfect position.
“This one next,” said Kili, holding
up another ornament. Instead of allowing Thorin to pick him up as well, he
handed the ornament to Frodo who was quick to direct the man to where he wanted
to go. This whole process continued with Fili and Kili pulling out random
ornaments to hand to Frodo while the other brother put another at the bottom of
to stop himself from crying several times. It was just like having a whole
family for Christmas, and that was a feeling that Bilbo hadn’t felt in many
years since his parents died. This would be the best Christmas for him in
True to his word, come Christmas
Eve, Bilbo was outside the door to the toy store the moment it opened despite
the traffic and rush. Even before the doors were unlocked, Fili and Kili saw
him and were waving at Frodo who waved just as eagerly back at them. The moment
the doors opened, Frodo tugged Bilbo inside where he found Thorin to be
standing near the entrance.
“Are you sure your okay with taking
them for the day?” Thorin asked.
“Of course,” Bilbo grinned.
“They’ll help keep Frodo entertained while I do my last minute shopping. Don’t
worry. We won’t be here long, but I’ll stop by to make sure you know when I’m
“Thank you,” Thorin nodded before
turning to his boys. “You boys be good for Mr. Bilbo,” he said.
“Yes Uncle,” they chorused.
“Come along,” Bilbo smiled. “Let’s
go before everything gets too busy.”
“Bye Uncle!” the boys waved as they
walked with Bilbo to the other side of the store where the opening into the
Bilbo waited just long enough for them
to be out of the store before he crouched down to be face-to-face with the
boys. “Now,” he said, “have you gotten your Uncle’s gift yet?” Both boys shook
their head. “Oh dear. Well, what do you want to get him?”
“This way!” Kili grinned, tugging
Bilbo along until they came to one of the jewelry stores. “We want to get him
that.” He pointed to a nice watch. It wasn’t one of the really fancy ones, but
it looked like it would fit Thorin perfectly.
“But we don’t have enough,” Fili
“Really?” Bilbo asked. “Do you mind
if I count it just to make sure?” the boys nodded. They were short, of course,
but they did have more than Bilbo was expecting. Thorin had told him they were
doing odd jobs in order to earn money, but he hadn’t expected them to have
earned this much. Even if it wasn’t nearly enough. “It’s just the right
amount,” he lied, waving one of the jewelers over.
“Really?” Kili gasped with wide
eyes while Fili narrowed his own.
“Of course, you both did a very
good job,” Bilbo said.
“What can I help you with?” asked
“Tell them which one you want,”
“That one!” Kili pointed and the
woman was quick to pull out the exact one they wanted. It wasn’t surprising,
she had probably seen them there often enough.
“Here you are,” Bilbo said, handing
over the cash before the woman could name a price. She gave him a look, but he
put a finger to his lips. The boys didn’t need to know that he slipped his
credit card in with the cash. The jeweler nodded and turned to the register
opposite them so that they wouldn’t see her using said card.
“There we are,” she agreed before
carefully placing the watch in its case and a bag before handing it to Kili who
hugged it against his chest. “If you need to get it resized at all come back
here any time and we’ll do it for free.”
“Thank you,” Bilbo smiled. “Now we
best be off before traffic gets too bad. We can wrap that at home if you’d
all three boys chorused and Bilbo ushered them away from the jeweler with one
last thank you and a Merry Christmas as she slipped him his card.
Once they were back at the house
and the present was wrapped and secreted away, Bilbo set the boys in the living
room to play while he went to the dining room to start cooking a feast. He was
sure that he was probably making too much, but if there was one thing that his
family never shirked on, it was the amount of food that should be at a feast
and a feast was what he was making. He got so wrapped up in it, in fact, that
he didn’t even notice the time before Thorin was knocking on the door.
“Come in!” he called out, unable to
leave what he was working on in the kitchen. “It’s unlocked!” The sound of the
door opening and closing was his only answer. “I’m in the kitchen.”
“It’s not safe to leave your door
unlocked like that, you know,” Thorin said from the kitchen door.
“Yes, well,” Bilbo shrugged. “I may
have been a bit distracted. Do you need help with your family recipe?”
Thorin laughed. “I think you have
your hands full. I can handle my family recipe and you just do what you’re
“If you’re sure,” Bilbo nodded.
“Just let me know if you need help.”
“You do the
same,” Thorin replied.
much as the five of them ate, they hardly put a dent in the food that Bilbo
sheepishly at Thorin as the man looked at all the food left on the table. “My
nephews may have hearty appetites,” Thorin began with a grin, “But, even so,
were you planning on feeding an army?”
thing Bilbo could do was laugh, “I may have gotten a little carried away, but its
kind of part of a little tradition in this neighborhood, everyone
participates.” Bilbo started packing up the leftovers and putting them as
neatly as he could into the fridge.
moved to help after sending the boys in the living room to play, easily falling
into a groove with
the shorter male. “Just what is this tradition?”
opened his mouth to respond, but, in that moment, Thorin’s hand brushed his own
and a shock travelled up his arm. He had to take a moment to work through the
feeling making him blush before he could speak again. “Oh, well, we all collect
our leftovers from Christmas Eve and Christmas, and the night after Christmas
the whole neighborhood gets together for a big dinner, all of us sharing our
leftovers together.” Bilbo looked up at Thorin’s face to gauge his reaction, as
it wasn’t a very common thing. “Though I do believe that my family always
brought the most leftovers, thanks to our annual Christmas Eve feast. Maybe you
could join us?” he asked hopefully, wanting to spend just that little bit more
time with this man.
the hand that he had brushed against, Thorin gave it a little a squeeze, “That
sounds like a great tradition, we’d be happy to join you.” He let go of Bilbo’s
hand, “After all, it’s only one more day.”
cheeks turned a light shade of pink and he turned back to the fridge, making
sure that everything was placed properly before closing the door, “Yes… Just
By the time all the food was packed
up and they finally made their way back into the living room, the boys had
exhausted themselves so much that Bilbo and Thorin had to carry the sleeping children
to Frodo’s room and tuck them in carefully before sneaking out of the room.
“Your room is this way,” Bilbo
whispered, not willing to wake the boys just in case they should want to try to
stay up waiting for Santa to come.
“I don’t really need a room,”
Thorin shook his head. “I can just go and come again tomorrow morning.”
“Nonsense,” Bilbo replied. “There’s
plenty of room here and we’re going to want to start having fun the moment we
wake up again. You need to be here for that. There is plenty of room for you.
Besides, I’m afraid you’ll fall asleep at the wheel with how tired you look. It
would be better all around if you stay here.”
Thorin hesitated, but, unable to
think of a good enough excuse to leave and not really wanting to in the first
place, he finally agreed so Bilbo showed him to his room. “Isn’t this the
Master bedroom?” Thorin raised a brow.
“Well,” Bilbo shrugged. “I think
the guest room is too small for you. Besides, the guest room is closer to
Frodo’s room and he still sometimes gets nightmares. I’ve been sleeping in the
guest room more often than not recently. If you don’t mind.”
rolled his eyes, but went into the room anyway. Bilbo had to stop himself from
cheering in his excitement. Everything was still going exactly as he planned
it. Now he just had to put the finishing touches on it and he would finally
have a perfect Christmas for everyone in the house.
Bilbo woke the next morning to the
smell of bacon in the kitchen. He didn’t even know that he had bacon in the
“Mr. Bilbo,” Fili called out as he
knocked on Bilbo’s door, “Uncle Thorin is making breakfast.”
“I’ll be right out,” Bilbo said as
he slipped out from underneath his covers. He contemplated just throwing on his
robe like he would on any other morning, but just the thought of Thorin seeing
him like that made him blush. Instead, he quickly threw on one of his normal
outfits with a Christmas sweater over the top. It had been a gift from his
mother and, he thought, looked very becoming on him.
Bilbo quickly put the last present
in his pocket and hurried to the kitchen to find Thorin dishing up bacon eggs
and French toast. “I brought this stuff when I brought the ingredients the
other day,” Thorin said to Bilbo’s questioning look. “I hope it’s okay that I
used your kitchen.”
“Thank you for doing so,” Bilbo
replied. “I didn’t even think I would be able to make breakfast before everyone
wanted to open presents. By the way, I hope it’s okay, but I bought your
nephews a couple of gifts as well.”
“You didn’t have to do that,”
“I wanted to,” Bilbo replied.
“They’ve been so good to Frodo anyway.”
“The fact that you invited us to
stay over for Christmas is all the gifts we’ll need.”
“Well, it’s too late now. I
couldn’t return them even if I wanted to,” Bilbo lied.
“I’ll pay you back for them,”
“I won’t accept it,” Bilbo smiled.
“I really just wanted them to get some presents, so Frodo wouldn’t be the only
one opening them.”
“Fine,” Thorin sighed. “Thank you.”
“Presents!” Frodo cheered as he
went over to the tree.
“Now, Frodo,” Bilbo replied, “you
know the rules. We open the presents one by one.”
“Okay!” Frodo grinned going back
over to the couch where Thorin sat and raising his hands. Thorin smiled and
picked the young boy up and into his lap. His nephews quickly scrambled up to
sit on either side of him.
“Now,” Bilbo smiled once everyone
was settled, “which one should we open first?”
“The big ones,” Frodo said.
“Alright,” Bilbo grinned as he took
the bigger presents in the back and one that sat at the front center. “Let’s
see, this one says To: Frodo, From: Santa,” he said as he handed the heavy
thing to Thorin since Bilbo wouldn’t have been able to hold it himself. “And
this one says, To: Kili, From: Santa.” Kili gasped as his present was handed to
him. “And this one says, To: Fili, From: Santa.” Fili just barely held himself
back from eagerly taking the gift. “Youngest opens first.”
“Yay!” Frodo cheered as Thorin held
the gift for him to rip the paper off. “Stories!”
“They’re a collection of bedtime
stories that we can read before you go to bed,” Bilbo explained.
“That’s what I wanted.”
Bilbo nodded. “Now it’s Kili’s
Kili quickly opened his own large
present and squealed in childish delight when he found a little toy bow. “Now
you, Fili!” he said excitedly and Fili nodded before eagerly opening his own
gift, which wound up being a little wooden sword. “Santa is awesome!” Kili
“Yes he is,” Bilbo agreed. “Now,
which one should we open next?”
“Can we give Uncle Thorin his
present?” Fili asked.
“Of course,” Bilbo agreed, reaching
under the tree to grab the small gift and hand it to Thorin who raised a brow.
“To: Uncle Thorin, From: Fili and
Kili,” he read.
“Open it!” Kili pulled on his
Uncle’s pant eagerly.
“Okay, okay,” Thorin said. He
opened the gift and his eyes widened at the jeweler box. “What’s this?” he
asked, looking suspiciously at Bilbo.
“Your nephews saved up the money to
get this present specifically for you,” Bilbo replied, affectively making sure
that there was no way that Thorin could try to pay him back even if he did
figure out how much money Bilbo put down on the gift. “Open it.”
“Open it,” the boys chorused.
opened the gift carefully and gasped when he noticed the watch that he had been
hoping to get for himself before the fire happened. With watery eyes, he pulled
the boys into a hug, but looked at Bilbo when he said, “Thank you.”
“That was a bit more than a couple
of gifts,” Thorin pointed out when they were finally done opening all the
presents. Bilbo had gotten several toys and a couple of outfits for Fili and
Kili as well as for his own nephew.
“Most of them were from Santa,”
Bilbo pointed out, but Thorin just gave him a knowing look. “And you got Frodo
a present as well as your own boys. We’re not done yet, anyway. We still have
to do the stockings.” He quickly grabbed the stockings from the fireplace,
three of them new additions over night, and handed them out to everyone before
sitting with them on the couch. “Youngest first,” he said and Frodo dug into
his stocking to pull out a toy train and plane.
“Look,” he said to his new friends.
“Cool,” Kili said.
“Awesome,” Fili agreed.
“Now you,” Frodo pointed to Kili.
“Okay,” Kili agreed as he dug into
his own stocking to come out with a piece of paper. “What is it?” he asked, too
impatient to try reading.
“It’s archery lessons,” Bilbo said
and Thorin’s head shot up as his mouth gaped open.
“Really?!” Kili gasped, staring
down at the paper.
“Now, it’s Fili’s turn.”
Fili dug another piece of paper out
of his own stocking. “Fencing?” he read.
“Yep,” Bilbo nodded. “Sword
“Thank you!” Fili grinned and he,
being the closest to Bilbo, threw his arms around the man that had made all his
Christmas wishes come true. “Thank you so much.”
“Of course,” Bilbo hugged the boy
back, “but we’re still not quite done yet. It’s Thorin’s turn now.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re younger
than me,” Thorin pointed out.
“Me?!” Bilbo gaped, looking down at
the stocking in his lap. He hadn’t gotten any presents except one that he had
bought for himself so that the boys wouldn’t wonder why he didn’t get anything
from Santa. The only reason he got his stocking down at all is because he
wanted to make sure no one asked him about it, but now that he was looking at
it, he did realize that there was something inside of it. Reaching inside, his
hand wrapped around a little rectangular wooden box and he pulled it out. It
was a case with a glass top that held a little letter opener in the shape of a
sword. “What’s this?”
Thorin shrugged. “I saw it at the
toy store and I thought you would like it to put on your writing desk for all
the letters you seem to get.”
“Thank you,” Bilbo said, holding
the present close to him. He hadn’t expected Thorin to get his nephew a
present, but he hadn’t been surprised that he had, so he really wasn’t expecting
a present for him at all. The fact that Thorin had gone out of his way to get
him something even though his family was already short on money meant so much
“You’re welcome,” Thorin nodded.
“Now you open yours, please,”
Thorin said. He had been looking forward to this moment ever since he invited
that family to this house.
“Alright,” Thorin rolled his eyes,
reaching into the very last stocking. It took him a moment to even find the
small item, but when he did he was completely confused. It was a key. Just a
regular sized key that Thorin had no idea what its use was. “What’s this?” he
“There’s one last piece,” Bilbo
said, digging in his back pocket to pull out another piece of paper to hand it
to the other man.
Thorin took a moment to examine the
paper before what it was really hit him. “Is this…?”
“It’s a lease agreement,” Bilbo
said. “This house belonged to Frodo’s parents before they died and it will be
his when he turns eighteen. For now, though, it’s in my name and it would be
much easier to take care of if I rented it out. I’d much rather do so with
someone that I know. I would very much like for you guys to be the ones to stay
“How did you know?” Thorin asked.
“Why don’t you boys go play with
your new toys,” Bilbo ushered the boys away as he looked back at Thorin. This
probably would be a conversation that would be easier to have without them
around anyway. Then he turned to Thorin. Now came the hard part. “Fili asked
Santa for a house for Christmas since your own was burned down in a fire.”
Thorin frowned. “I don’t need your
pity,” he growled.
“I know,” Bilbo nodded. He expected
Thorin to be upset about something, but he hadn’t expected it to be quite so
badly. “You and your family really have been a big help to mine. I’ve enjoyed
the time spent with you over the last few days. I would never have asked you to
rent this house if I hadn’t. Please. I really would like for you to stay here.
Even if it’s just until you get your feet back underneath you and, if you’d
rather not bring Fili and Kili with you to work, I live just a few doors down
and I would very much be willing to babysit so Frodo can have his friends over.
I work from home anyway.”
“I-,” Thorin opened his mouth to
deny the gift, but Bilbo cut him off.
“Please,” he said.
“Very well,” Thorin finally agreed
after another moment’s hesitation. Bilbo began to thank the man, but Thorin
continued. “On one condition.”
“What’s that?” Bilbo frowned, not
knowing what more he could possibly do to convince Thorin to take the offered
“We go out,” Thorin said, but
blushed immediately after when he realized he didn’t say exactly what he meant.
“I mean, to dinner. With me. Without the boys.”
Bilbo’s grin lit up his entire
face. “I would love to.”
Thorin sighed in relief and smile
back. “Merry Christmas Bilbo.”
“Merry Christmas Thorin.”
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A/N: Hopefully I have my laptop back by this time! This was requested by @emilyymichelle!! I hope you all love this! <3 I love you all so much! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3
Balthazar entered the library where Sam and Dean were sitting. His eyes scanned over the room, but you were nowhere in sight. You were usually waiting for him to come into the bunker on most days. Why not today? It was Christmas eve and he was excited to spend it with you.
“Boys, where is [Y/N],” Balthazar asked, getting their attention.
“I don’t know if you wanna be around her right now,” Dean mumbled. “[Y/N] hates this time of year. She was talking about it before she stormed off.”
AN: this started off with humor and ended in angst! I warned you!
In an alternate universe or maybe even a past life, he had been an awful person and had very well deserved all of the misfortune he’s serving this lifetime…but Sasuke doubt that. He truly did. See, because for one to be forced in a fat suit, a white itchy beard and a Christmas hat…he had to have been the Devil himself.
He closed his eyes as another greedy, despicable child jumped on his lap. “I want a brand new cellphone and that new game system that’s supposed to come out NEXT Christmas but you’re Santa so I think you should make it happen this year!”
Sasuke wanted to shove the ungrateful little bastard off his lap. He could only imagine how much stress the brat put his parents through. “I think my evil brother, Krampus visits children that ask for more than they are worth,” Sasuke mumbled in the child’s ear as the picture was taken.
Yet another child left running away in tears. Naruto chuckled, “Would you stop being a grinch, man?”
Sasuke glanced over at the blonde elf in green tights. “You’re getting a yeast infection for Christmas.”
Naruto grumbled under his breath and looked down at his tights. They were actually really comfortable and he wanted a pair.
Prompt: Barry and Iris read the Twins’s letter to Santa where they ask for their daddy not to fight bad guys so they can spend Christmas together as a family.
Word Count: 847
A/N: Requested by @dasakuryo
sorry I’m late.”
pulled back his cowl to reveal his very exhausted face. His eyes took
in the living room that had become a very convincing version of
Santa’s workshop. Red and green striped stockings were lying across
the couch ready to be filled. Bits of wrapping paper and ribbons
were scattered across the floor. Different piles of gifts organized
in a system that Barry would never understand but luckily Iris did.
fine,” Iris sat on the floor in front of the Christmas tree tying a
ribbon on a present. “I haven’t gotten that far. We still have a
long night ahead of us.”
year Barry and Iris swore they would get their Christmas duties done
early. Cards would be sent on December 1st. Christmas
shopping would be done no later than December 15th. With
all the presents organized and wrapped at least a week before
Christmas. In the ten years they had been married they have never
succeeded in getting anything done early. As always they were rushing
to get things done at the last minute.
can I do to help?” Barry plopped down on the floor next to Iris. He
leaned forward to swipe a cookie from a plate the kids had left out