Damian observed their toddler chase Alfred the II around their home, in Paris. Alfred the II jumped on the small artificial tree, knocking it over. Marinette quickly rushed out of the kitchen at the sound of broken ornaments. Damian picked up Malik and handed him to Marinette.
"Place him in the pen and I will take care of the ornaments." Damian stated.
Marinette frowned at the small tree, but got an idea. She picked up the tree and took it out of sight. She got some of her large paper, for designs, and cut a giant piece off. She quickly dress the outline of a cartoonish tree. With a smile, she taped it to the wall. She took one of her son's markers and drew a star on the top of the tree.
"Malik, can you help Mommy?" Marinette asked.
Malik looked at him mother. Marinette handed him the crayons.
"Would you like to draw ornaments on our new tree for Santa?" she smiled.
Malik dumped out the crayons and started coloring the tree that now hung on the wall.
"What about the tree?" Damian leaned in and questioned.
"I put it in our room for now." Marinette answered, "We can bring it out later when he's asleep, that night. We can say Santa turned his tree into a real one."
Damian kissed his wife's cheek.
"Why don't you finish making the cookies and I'll let your parents know we will be there in two hours." Damian suggested, "I'll keep and eye on Malik and his artistic flair."