fromfireandwater:

Henry was six years old when the first Christmas he’ll always remember happened. It was a moment of those he was happy around his mother. He didn’t doubt about her, and he didn’t feel lonely. Even if people around him was always looking at him like a new guy, even if day was repeating itself constantly, he didn’t feel it. Christmas was Christmas, and it altered the routine. 

In the Mill house, Christmas was pretty simple, presents for Henry all around a tree decorate with ornaments with the shape of horses and apples. He was happy, as he always put the last one. That day, they were decorating it. “Mom, I want to put the star.”

It was that time of year again. Snow blanketed the earth and luckily it was the kind of snow Regina liked. It was openly cold and allowed the earth to glitter and bring slight happiness to even the darkest of hearts. This snow was a reminder that winter break was coming and that for a few short weeks, Henry was all hers like when he was young. They could do whatever they wanted. 

One of these things they enjoyed doing together was decorating the Christmas tree. She let Henry orchestrate it and she simply helped with decorating the parts of the tree that were out of his reach. He was quite the creative boy. So, she smiled down at Henry proudly and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Alright, dear,” she sighed playfully, continuing to smile as she went to retrieve the glittering gold star. And, as she returned to his side she handed it to him and heaved him up on her shoulders so that he could reach the top.