A/N: I am so very sorry for taking so long with this. I really was planning on posting this for Christmas, but I just couldn't write anything. At all. And yes, this is pointless happiness! The next one will have substance, I promise.

X is for Xmas

"James!"

The boy in question yanked his pillow from under his head and pulled it down over his face.

"Oi, Padfoot! It's eight in the bloody morning. I don't care that it's Christmas, just get out of my room!"

Sirius paid him no mind, wandering in further and picking up a package on the desk.

"Blimey, you're grumpy this morning, Prongs. Ooh, what's this? A present from one Lily Evans?"

"Get. Out. Now. Go bother the house elves."

Sirius sighed dramatically, but made for the door, yelling, "Happy Christmas!" as loudly as possible before leaving. James grumbled and rolled over.