'Tis the Season. I had this idea the other day and I decided to go ahead and write it and post it as my Christmas present to you. Thank you for reading my stories. This story is to show my appreciation. It is just a two chapter story. You'll see the second chapter tomorrow. I hope you enjoy it.

I don't own Bones

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Booth was singing "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer" for the amusement of his daughter. Christine, fascinated by her father's enthusiasm, smiled and clapped her little hands while he sang. Booth wanting his daughter's first Christmas to be special, was decorating the tree and trying to keep an eye on his baby girl at the same time.

Seeing her standing up in her playpen and squeal, Booth smiled, "Hey Christine, you want to hear "Rudolph the High Falutin' Cowboy"? . . . You do? . . .

Rudolph the high falutin' cowboy, had a very shiny gun, and if you ever saw it, you would turn around and run, all of the other cowboys . . ."

"Booth, what are you singing?"

Turning towards the kitchen, Booth saw Brennan standing in the doorway with a frown on her face.

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth replied, "Rudolph."

Max, walking out of the kitchen to stand next to Brennan, laughed, "Yeah, well if that's "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" then I'll eat that Christmas tree."

Turning to put up more candy canes on the tree, Booth replied, "I never said Reindeer. It's the cowboy one."

Shaking her head, Brennan asked, "How do you know so many alternate Christmas songs? I would have thought you'd be more of a traditionalist when it comes to holiday music."

Smiling, Booth responded, "Hey Christmas should be fun. I mean, sure I know the religious songs; but, I know the fun songs too. I want Christine to know them too."

Walking further into the room Max, sneered, "Let's hope she inherits her mother's ability to sing and not yours."

Irritated, Booth glared at Max, "Ha Ha Max. Let's hope she inherits my honest outlook on life and not yours."

Rolling her eyes, Brennan turned and reentered the kitchen.

Max, interested in Booth's tree, walked over to where the tree was being decorated and asked, "What no silver tinsel? You know a Christmas tree really doesn't look right without tinsel."

Shaking his head, Booth replied, "Christine might eat it; so, no tinsel."

"Well, what about flock. It would make the tree look snowy if you flocked it."

Sighing, Booth responded, "Flock is poisonous. Christine might try to eat it."

Scratching his ear, Max, "Man, what are you, the Christmas tree cop? I had that stuff on my trees and it didn't kill my kids."

Ignoring Max, Booth reached up and put an Angel on the top of the tree. Stepping back, Booth smiled.

Looking at the tree topper, Max remarked, "Man that thing is old and ratty looking. Why don't you use a crowbar to open that wallet of yours and buy a new one?"

Frowning, Booth looked at the topper and replied, "I use it every year. I don't want a new one."

Staring at the Angel, Max muttered, "Cheapskate."

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Max was staying the week and was enjoying the one on one time he was getting with his granddaughter. This was her first Christmas and he was grateful that Booth and his daughter had invited him to stay with them during the holidays. Wanting to show his gratitude, Max decided to fix the Christmas tree a little.

Booth and Brennan had caught a case and they'd been working long hours for the last two days. They were hoping to wrap it up by Christmas Eve; but, it appeared that might not happen. Walking into the house after midnight, Booth had walked over to his tree to look at it before going upstairs to bed.

Startled, Booth called Brennan, "Hey Bones. Where's my tree topper?"

Walking into the living room, Brennan looked at the top of the tree, "I don't know. The Angel was there this morning."

Looking at a new more elaborate Angel resting on top of the tree, Booth turned, walked around Brennan and then raced up the stairs. Striding down the hallway, Booth opened the door to Parker's room and walked over to the bed, "Max, you asshole, where's my Angel?"

Groggy from sleep, Max muttered, "I'm sleeping. Go away."

Reaching out and yanking Max over to look at him, Booth shouted, "Where the Hell is my Angel for the tree."

Seeing a very agitated Booth standing over him, Max replied softly, "Christine and I went and bought you a new one. That old one was falling apart."

Trying to remain calm, Booth asked, "I'm only going to ask you this one more time. Where is my Angel? What did you do with it?"

Sensing that he'd better remain calm and answer the question, Max answered quietly, "I threw it out."

Turning pale, Booth turned and walked rapidly out of the room, down the hallway and then down the stairs, through the kitchen and out into the garage.

Brennan, watching Booth walk past her in the hallway, walked over to Parker's open bedroom doorway, "Why was Booth shouting at you, Dad? Where did he go?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Max replied, "He wanted to know where his old tree topper was. I don't know where he went."

Hugging herself, Brennan asked, "Dad, did you to replace Booth's tree topper?"

Moving to sit on the edge of his bed, Max rubbed his chin, "Yeah, he's such a cheapskate sometimes. I bought him a new one; but, all he seemed interested in was what I did with the old one."

Nervous, Brennan bit her lower lip, "What did you do with the old one?"

Suddenly very nervous, Max replied, "I threw it out. Today was trash pickup day."

Sighing deeply, Brennan replied, "That Angel belonged to his mother and her mother before her."

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So what do you think? I plan to post the second half tomorrow.