A/N Okay, so I know it's November, but my brain came up with these little drabbles. Since Killian wasn't part of the first curse, he wasn't given all of the knowledge of the world without magic, and I don't think they have Christmas in the Enchanted Forest, it's all a new experience for him, and Emma is trying to teach him traditions of Christmas. Mostly fluff, okay pretty much just fluff.

this is unbeta'd all mistakes are mine.

disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon a Time, otherwise my bby's would be happy.

song for this chapter: Winter Wonderland.

Part 1: The Tree.

Killian Jones was confused, he knew it was a holiday, what he didn't understand, was why they were currently freezing their bollocks off, walking in the woods. Let alone doing it, to find a tree. Mary Margarete and David had told Emma to just buy one, but she refused, saying that she never had a real tree, and she was going to make sure this one would be perfect, and you can't buy perfect.

This led to him, Emma, and Henry, pulling a sled through the forest, to find the perfect tree.

"This is a good one!" he says, gesturing towards an oak beside him.

Emma laughs, shaking her head. As much as he hated the cold, he loved the look of her windblown hair, and rosy cheeks in the cool December air. "It can't be an oak Hook." She informs him, wrapping her arm around his waist, while the other held tight to an axe.

"Yeah Killian," Henry pipes up, "It has to be evergreen!"

"Evergreen?" Killian questions, trudging along in the snow, "What the hell is that?" he looks down at Emma, "and why exactly, may I ask, do we need to kill a perfectly good one?" he questions, nodding at the axe.

Emma smacks his shoulder lightly, "It's a pine." She leans up and presses her lips to his cheek, "and it's a tradition."

Killian grins at her, loving the warmth of her lips against his cold cheek, "Well then, if it's a tradition, allow me to make it a lasting one." He says, "Let's find that tree."

Henry grins, "Is Hook finally in the spirit?"

Emma grins at her son, "Yeah, let operation White Christmas get going."

Henry shakes his head, "Leave the operation names to me mom." He requests, turning to continue through the woods.

They wander for hours, by this point, Killian is regretting bringing his hook, after the third time of allowing it to touch his face, or other hand, as it is freezing cold. Finally they crest a hill, and Emma lets out a gasp.

She grins up at him, "There it is." She whispers, "The perfect tree."

Killian looks at the tree in question. It's tall, full branches weighed down with snow. He would almost say it's too tall, but he dare not say it.

Emma, let's go of him and starts towards the tree, Henry right behind her. She stands at the base, raising the axe.

She makes quick work of the tree stump, the "perfect" tree falls into the snow.

"Kid, bring that rope and sled over here." Emma calls.

Henry pulls it over, grinning ear to ear, as him and Emma lash the tree to the sled. "Hey Killian." Henry calls.

"Aye lad?" Killian says, trudging over to them, leaving deep prints in the snow.

"Me and mom, cut it down. You get to pull it to the car." He announces, handing Killian the rope of the sled.

The pirate stares down at the rope, "If I remember lad, your mother cut it down, and you just brought the sled."

Emma, chuckles, "Don't fight with the kid Hook." She leans in close, her lips brushing his ear, "You'll never win. Trust me, I'm still here."

Killian chuckles, seeing the truth in her words, hitches the sled onto his shoulder, using his hook for leverage, and starts pulling the tree, which is much heavier than you would think, through the woods.

It takes less time to reach the car, than it did to search the woods for the tree, and then him and Emma lift the tree onto the roof of David's truck, before they get in, and head back home.

When they arrive at the house, and walk in with the tree, they find Mary Margaret hanging garland, and strings of what looks like popcorn around the apartment. "You're back!" Mary Margaret cries, leaving David hanging the garland.

"Yeah, and we got the perfect tree." Emma boasts, pointing at the tree Killian is struggling to prop on the wall.

"Aye, and we froze ourselves for it." Killian complains.

Emma rolls her eyes, turning back to her boyfriend. "It'll be worth it, once it's lit and decorated."

"Wait, we're going to burn it?" Killian asks, confused why they even bothered.

Emma laughs, and Mary Margaret joins in, "No!" she gasps, stepping in, and appears with a string of tiny multi colored lights, "We're going to light it."

Killian feels a flush of embarrassment, "Aye, of course." He says, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get that thing in here, and I'll make you some cocoa, with cinnamon, and marshmallows of course." Mary Margaret says, waving them in.

Emma was right, once the tree was in the house, and they were settled with cups of cocoa, it did seem worth it.

The way everyone was laughing, and helping David, and Henry light the tree, made him feel as though he truly was part of something.

Then once it was lit, Killian was surprised to find they were not finished. Emma and Mary Margaret disappear into the closet, returning moments later, with two boxes of small items. Then they start hanging them on the branches. It wasn't long before Henry and David join in. That only leaves Killian and Neal sitting on the sidelines, though Killian doesn't feel left out, as he watches Emma and her family, not with the way she keeps glancing at him, and blushing.

He thinks they're done, when Emma goes into the kitchen, and returns with another box, this one smaller, and walks over to him. "I got this one for you." She whispers, handing the box to him, and opening the lid.

Inside is a small carved pirate ship, nestled in with cloth. On closer inspection, he finds it's a perfect replica of the Jolly Roger. "Swan." He whispers, pulling it out of the box, "It's the Jolly Roger."

Emma, leans in and kisses him softly, chastely because of all of the people watching, "Look closer, Killian." She says.

He obliges, and see's on the stern, it's carved with "Emma and Killian's first Christmas." He feels his heart grow warm, as he holds the small ornament in his hand. Emma pulls him to his feet, and leads him to the tree. He gets the message, and places the small ship on the tree, and for the first time he looks at the other bobbles hanging from its branches, each one appears to have a meaning, two baby ornaments, a small swan ornament, a glass heart, that reflects the room behind him.

He suddenly understands why Emma wanted the perfect tree, why she wanted this. This was Christmas, it was her family together. For one of the first Christmases she could remember that she had one. He feels a swell inside of him, as he realizes, this small ship means, he is part of that family, and once it hangs with the others, he turns, and wraps Emma into a hug.

Long after the rest of the family turns in for the night, he and Emma sit, only the light of the tree illuminating them, as they sit on the couch, snuggled together under a blanket, with steaming cups of cocoa. If this was Christmas, he didn't know why they didn't have it in the Enchanted Forest, because it brought about a magic, any could wield. The magic of family.

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