Artemis’ mismatched eyes traveled up and down the Christmas tree, which was glittering with ornaments and an unnecessarily large amount of tinsel. His mother and father had let Beckett and Myles go crazy with the tinsel until you could barely see the tree underneath. He sighed and stood up. Mum was out doing some holiday shopping, and he had babysitting duty.
“Artemis!” Beckett called, peeking out from behind the tree. There were two ornaments hanging from his little red sweater. Myles stuck his head out too, some of the tree’s lights wrapped around him. He was holding another ornament. “Come on, twins,” he sighed, plucking the ornaments off of Beckett. He pulled them both out from behind the tree. He turned Myles around in a circle until the lights were unraveled.
“Let me do it, let me do it!” Myles and Beckett jumped up and down as Artemis began to redecorate the tree.
“All right, just don’t break it,” he said, handing them both an ornament.
“Yay!” They rushed forward to the tree, eager to make a contribution to the evergreen. They both were very picky in where they wanted to put their ornaments.
“Here?” Myles turned his head to Beckett, who was having equal difficulty deciding where to put his. Myles pointed to a spot between a silver ornament and a string of lights.
“That looks good,” Beckett said, and reached forward and put his own ornament in that place on the tree.
“Hey! Simpletoon!” Myles cried out. Beckett giggled and hid behind the tree. Myles followed immediately. A few seconds later, there came an “Ooooh!” that could be recognized as Myles’ voice. “The perfect spot!”
“Finally,” Artemis said, and grinned. He stuck his head behind the Christmas tree to find Myles sitting down on the floor, apparently mesmerized by his “perfect spot”. Beckett leaned on his shoulder, also not being able to tear his eyes away from the single ornament. “See, Artemis? I got the best spot!” Myles grinned and looked at Beckett.
“Nuh-uh, mine was better!” Beckett smiled. He got up and pointed to his ornament.
“No way!” Beckett got up and pushed Myles playfully. They both giggled. Myles grabbed a pillow off of the sofa and hit Beckett. They fell down laughing. A few seconds later, all the pillows had been taken off of the furniture and strewn around the room.
Artemis smiled. “Can you two go a minute together without wrecking the room you’re standing in?” He began to pick up the pillows.
“Nope,” the twins answered in unison, and began hitting each other with the pillows again.
One hour later
Mrs. Fowl had arrived home. She opened the door, her arms filled with shopping bags. “Hello?” she said in a sweet voice. Then her mouth opened in a silent O.
“Mum!” cried Beckett from under a pile of pillows. “Mum!” Myles called, dragging his feet through the pillows that covered the floor. Beckett popped his head out from under them.
Then, they both smiled. “Merry Christmas!” they cried simultaneously.