"Mummy, daddy, it's chwistmas!" Your 4 year old son screams, waking you and John up causing you both to smile at the adorable young Lennon.
John gets up, picking up (y/s/n) before he headed downstairs, you get up and head to the bathroom before joining them in the living room for presents.
"Can we open pressies now mummy?
"Of course we can my darling"
John walks over to the tree to get all the presents and heads back to where you and your son are sitting. "Here ye go my darlings" he smiles handing you and your son some presents to open before sitting back down with his own.
You, John and your son have a very happy Christmas and you are now putting your little boy to bed.
John leaves you in your sons room whilst you tuck him in, kissing his head before joining John in your room.
"Thank you Johnny for this very happy Christmas" you smile resting your head on his shoulder.
"Yer very welcome love, thank ye for making this and every Christmas the best. I love ye"
"I love you too"
You both drift off to sleep in each other's arms, cuddling.
((Y/S/N- your sons name))
((MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE. Sorry for this shit imagine and for not updating))