This is sort of AU as it takes place in Storybrooke despite the new curse and what not).

Roland stretched his arm out as far as he could, yet the boy still couldn't seem to reach the superiore, in alto branch on the tree. In fact he barely reached the middle of the tree. Regina looked up from her place on the sofa, taking one più sip of her coco she detto to Robin "Why don't te give Roland a hand?"

To which Robin stood up and walked over to Roland. He lifted the boy off the ground. "Alright Roland, put it wherever te want." Roland smiled and placed the last ornament on the tallest branch.

"Got it dad." He chirped.

"Good job." Robin stated giving the boy a pat on the back. He then carried the boy over to his mother. She pulled the boy into her arms.

"I don't suppose te want a sip?" Regina offered. Roland nodded and reached his hands out. Regina glanced up at the clock. "Alright, te can finish it off. And then it's off to bed."

Roland took the mug and lifted it to his lips. "I don't wanna go to letto mom."

"But if te don't, Santa won't come." Robin stated.

"That's right, honey." Regina added. "And if Santa doesn't come, well then te won't get any presents. And te do want that new comic book don't you?"

Roland nodded. "I want it."

"Then Regina will tuck te in." Robin looked up at Regina and winked.

Regina picked the boy up and carried him to his room. She kissed his forehead and pulled the blankets over his shoulders. "Good night dear." She whispered and kissed his head again. After closing the bedroom door behind her, Regina walked back down the stairs and sat down da Robin. "I take it he went to letto easy for once." Robin remarked.

"With your help." Regina pointed out. She rested her head on his chest and watched the snow fall against the window. Robin wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back in small circles. All was quite aside from the soft pops emitted from the fire. And the silence was enough. It had been a long time since Regina had spent the holidays with someone who loved her. Surely she could get used to this. And she couldn't wait to watch Roland open his gifts the successivo morning. She smiled to herself at the thought.