A/N: Merry Christmas!! And if you don't celebrate Christmas, happy belated Hannukah!! And if you don't celebrate Christmas or Hannukah, happy almost Kwanza!! And if you don't celebrate Christmas, Hannukah or Kwanza, happy holidays!! And if you don't do winter holidays in general, happy day!! Enjoy some floof for Christmas!

"Mom, mother, momsies, mama, mommy, MOM!" Alexander Jr. yelled while jumping on his parent's bed.

At the same time, Angelica and Philip were shouting, "Dad, papa, pops, daddy, father, dada, DAD!" All the while James Alexander was just straight up screaming to join in on the fun.

"5 more minutes," Eliza groaned, tapping Alexander Jr.'s head like it was an alarm clock.

"You said that last time," he whimpered.

"What time is it?" Eliza asked groggily.

"5:13 am," Philip informed her cheerily.

"Is dad up?" Eliza questioned.

"Almost," Angelica replied cheekily. She took one of the beheaded Barbie dolls heads from her room. Philip enjoyed decapitating them in his free time to terrorize Angelica but she always got him back somehow. Angelica took the Barbie's hair and tickled her dad. He sat bolt upright. 

"Where's Jefferson?" Alexander asked.

"What?" everyone said in unison.

"He insulted me in my dream and I cannot let him win," Alex explained, reaching for his phone on the bedside table.

"It was a dream though," Eliza tried to reason with him but he was already on the phone.

"Hello, Thomas," Alexander greeted into the phone.

"Alex, why the heck are you calling me at 5 in the morning?" Thomas said.

"I just wanted to say, Merry Christmas."

"Really-?" Thomas started to say.

"No, not really. I called to tell you that your roasts are as bad as your husband's cold."

"What? Hamilton, what are you talking about?" Thomas asked.

"Merry Christmas, idiot!" Alexander shouted, hanging up the phone.

Unlike the Hamilton kids who have no chill, his kids hadn't woken him up yet so his Christmas morning started with Alexander's screaming. Not the most pleasant way to wake up. Thomas slumped back into bed. "Hamilton?" James asked sleepily.

"Hamilton," Thomas confirmed.

"Was that really necessary?" Eliza said as she climbed out of bed and put her light blue slippers on. 

"Yes, yes it was," Alex answered.

"Let's go," Philip ordered, pulling his mom towards the stairwell. He got impatient though and ran down the stairs ahead of them. Angelica, James Alexander, and Alexander Jr. right on his heels.

"DOG!!!!!!" Angelica shrieked. A light brown corgi puppy wagged its little stump of a tail excitedly which caused its whole butt to wiggle. It had a red bow tied around its neck and it bounced around as it bounded towards Angelica. 

"You got us a dog?" Philip asked his parents. Eliza nodded excitedly but Alexander didn't look too thrilled about the puppy.

"Philip, it's clearly my dog," Angelica said. 

"What? No, it's a family dog. Right, mom?" Philip shot back.

"Yes, the dog is part of the family," Eliza answered. 

"Is it a boy or girl?" Alexander Jr. asked.

"Hmmm, let's see." Angelica picked up the dog. "Boy," she solved with a look of disgust. 

"What are we gonna name him?" Eliza asked.

"I vote Alexander Jr.," Alex suggested.

"I'm Alexander Jr.," Alexander Jr. objected.

"Fine, Alexander Jr. Jr.," Alex compromised.

"We're not naming him after you. Washington's cat is already named after you anyways," Eliza said.

"Angel," Angelica offered, still petting the dog.

"No, Spike," Philip countered.

"This is the softest dog ever. Spike makes zero sense," Angelica fought.

"Chicken Nugget!" James Alexander exclaimed.

"Perfect!" Eliza agreed. "Then the baby doesn't have to be named that."

"He even looks like a chicken nugget," Angelica said.

~At the Burrs house~

The only thing left under the tree was a massive brightly wrapped gift. Theo tore through the paper of the final gift to reveal the latest, hottest model of car in the kid's toy car industry, a convertible. Rhinestones sparkled on the hood of the bright pink car. The head and tail lights actually lit up and it had cushioned glittery seats. Instead of the normal two seats, this car had four seats. It was at least ten times better than Amelia's car.

"Do you like it, Theo?" Aaron asked from the couch.

"Like it? I love it! This is the best gift ever!" Theo gushed. She climbed into the car and began speeding around the house. Amelia is going to be so jealous, Theo thought to herself.

~At Philip Schuyler's mansion (we're gonna pretend that the only Schuyler children are Peggy, Angelica, and Eliza)~ 

Every year the Schuyler sisters and their families go to their Dad's mansion for Christmas day. It is a very enjoyable tradition for almost everyone. The only people that don't enjoy it are Alexander and John, who are at constant war with each other to get on Philip's good side.

"My girls!" Philip smiled as he embraced his daughters. "Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas, Dad," the sisters chimed. 

Alexander, John, and Tigger stood awkwardly off to the side watching the family reunion.  "Grandpa!" The Hamilton children and Frances ran up to their grandfather and hugged him.

The huge family walked into the mansion and everyone sat down at the dining room table for dinner. "So, Angelica, have you found a special someone yet?" Philip asked as they ate.

"No, but I have a cat and I got promoted," Angelica informed him. "This is my precious baby, Tigger." She picked the cat up from the floor and placed him in the empty chair next to her.

"Congrats on the promotion but honey you know no cats at the table," Philip scolded her like she was still a little girl and to him, she probably still was.

"But Dad..." Angelica complained.

"Fine," Philip said. He always ended up saying yes to his girls.

"Alexander," Philip started.

"Yes, sir."

"No need to be so formal," Philip said.

"Yes sir," Alex repeated.

"Did you get that promotion?" Philip inquired.

"Um, no sir," Alexander replied, looking down slightly in shame.

"Disappointing," Philip muttered. "John."

"Yes, sir."

"Did you get a promotion?" Philip tried again.

"Yes, sir," John answered.

"Good," Philip replied.

"Show off," Alexander muttered to John, who simply smirked back.

"Dad, guess what," Eliza said eagerly. 

"What is it, Liza?" 

"I'm pregnant!"

"Me too!" Peggy shouted.

The two looked at each other. "Sister pregnancy!"

~Back at the Hamilton hosuehold~

They returned home to the living room that was consumed in wrapping paper. To get to the kitchen you had to journey through the great wrapping paper ocean. Alexander was stuck with the job of unboxing all of Angelica's new un-decapitated Barbies. That would probably keep him occupied for a good hour not counting all the extra time spent on those stupid plastic things around their hair that are impossible to get out without giving the Barbie a severe haircut.

The dog had been lost in the sea of wrapping paper but every now and then a shrill bark could be heard from under the paper. Eliza was making cookies in the kitchen that smelled heavenly.

Philip, Alexander Jr., and James Alexander were having a nerf battle with their new nerf guns. Angelica had gotten bored of waiting for her Barbies and joined in by making snowballs out of wrapping paper.

"Surrender or face our wrath!" Angelica shouted, peeking over her fort of wrapping paper. James Alexander frantically made more paper balls for them.

"Never!" Philip yelled back, jumping up from behind his and Alexander Jr.'s fort. Philip shot bright orange darts wildly at their fort.

"Take cover!" Angelica ordered. James Alexander and Angelica shrunk into the safety of their fort.

"Angelica, I quit doing these stupid Barbies!" Alexander threw the Barbie he had been working on onto the ground. "I mean this one's not even realistic. A unicorn girl? Come on, Mattel. You can do better than that."

"Unicorns are real!" Angelica protested from her fort.

"Do you have any proof?" Alexander questioned.

"I am a unicorn!" Angelica retaliated.

"That would make me a unicorn too," Alex pondered.

"We're all unicorns!" Alexander Jr. concluded.

"Why is the wrapping paper moving on its own?" Philip asked as he slowly backed away from the moving wrapping paper.

The moving paper crept towards Philip until Chicken Nugget jumped out of it and directly onto Philip. He let out the highest scream ever as he and the dog toppled to the ground. "What is going on out here?" Eliza asked, peeking in from the kitchen doorway.

"Unicorns!" James Alexander answered.

Eliza shrugged. "Alright, cookies are ready!"

"Yay!" everyone yelled.

~Later that night~

"Who wants to have a snowball fight?" Eliza asked with an evil look in her eyes.

"Liza, it's eight o'clock," Alexander reasoned. He was snuggled up on the couch with Chicken Nugget who he was warming up to. How the Grinch Stole Christmas was on the TV and he would never admit to it but Alex was most definitely watching it. 

"I want to! I'm on mommy's team." Angelica placed her Barbie on the floor, stopping her and James Alexander's Barbie game. Angelica joined her mom by the door.

"Anyone else?" Eliza asked. James Alexander followed after his sister. "Good choice."

"I'm on Dad's team," Philip announced.

"I don't have a team cause I'm not going outside to have a snowball fight at eight o'clock," Alex said, snuggling deeper into the couch.

"What are you too chicken?" Eliza taunted while Angelica made chicken noises.

"No!" Alex disagreed, immediately getting off the couch. "C'mon, Philip, Alexander Jr., and Chicken Nugget. Let's show them who's boss." Chicken Nugget barked in agreement. 

The Hamiltons suited up in mittens, winter coats, boots, and hats (except for Philip). They walked out into the cold winter air. A fort was built out of snow already and stocked with piles of snowballs. "Eliza! You cheater!" Alexander claimed.

"Not cheating, planning," Eliza corrected as her and her team ran to the fort. 

"This is so unfair," Philip stated. "I chose the wrong team."

"No, you didn't. I have a plan."

~Time skipadoodles~

The snowball fight was in full swing. Alexander's team had managed to make a small fort, barely enough to cover them. Snowballs were constantly being fired from both sides. Chicken Nugget bounced through the snow and over to Eliza's side. 

"Mom, Chicken Nugget's over here," Angelica told her.

"Aw, he must have realized we're the better side," Eliza said. Eliza, Angelica, and James Alexander crowded and cooed over the puppy. Little did they know that Alexander's team was creeping through the snow over to their side. 

"Attack!" Alexander ordered. Philip and Alexander Jr. fired snowballs at their unsuspecting family members.

"No! We've been tricked," Angelica shouted.

"Do you surrender?" Alex asked.

"Yes! Yes, we do," Eliza said, frantically pulling a white flag out of her pocket.

"Do you admit that I'm not a chicken?" 

"Never!" Angelica yelled, firing a snowball directly at his face.

"Retreat!" Alexander directed. And so the Hamiltons went on throwing snowballs at each other late into the night.