Good.

This has to be one of the cutest stories I have read in months, honestly, it was beautiful. I would love to think of them spending Christmas this way.

Just a few of my favourite lines:
-"Are you sure Santa even came yet?" she mumbled as Ian's arm snaked around her waist.

"Santy," they both corrected her, Declan emphatically and Ian in a half-asleep murmur.

"Santy," she corrected herself tiredly. The boys had told her this a billion times already: they were Irish and therefore the man was called Santy, not her weird American 'Santa'.

-"But I don't want to get up," Ian whined.

"So you want me to make Christmas breakfast?" Lauren asked him tauntingly, knowing he'd never allow such a thing. She threw his pants onto him.

"Okay, fine, I'm awake," he agreed reluctantly, stepping into his sweatpants. "I'd rather the house not burn down on Christmas Day."

-Ian was adamant that Santy brought the tree with him, too. Which meant that they had to set it up in the middle of the night on Christmas Eve.

The tree couldn't just sit there from Thanksgiving to Christmas like it did in America.

-The stockings hung over the fire, which had been burning low by that point — they read Ian, Declan, Lauren.

He'd bought one for her to match theirs.

-"We're gonna need a screwdriver."

Lauren and Declan turned to Ian with identical expressions on their faces.

This was just such a cute little fic, I was smiling the whole time while reading it.

Merci pour cette incroyable histoire. J'espère que vous écrirez encore d'autres histoires avec le couple Emily Prentiss/Ian Doyle et aussi d'autres histoires avec Declan Doyle, je dois avouer que ce sont mes préférer.

So sweet! It really is about family.