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"Omma, have you seen my gloves?" Dara dug through yet another box of winter clothing that had been brought down from the attic. Three scarves, four hats, and sixteen mittens without mates lay in a pile on the floor.

"Did you try the pockets of your winter coat?" Omma walked by with another box of Christmas ornaments. Only three weeks until Christmas. It seemed like Thanksgiving was only yesterday. Dara smiled to herself, remembering the dinner with friends and family.

Bom and TOP spent the whole time squabbling good-naturedly. You would think they were an old married couple. Goeun and Sanghyun sparred with the butter knives and offered morsels to Buyo until the fat cat was so stuffed he couldn't even move. Taro and Naomi came down for the day and brought Harang with them. Harang bragged that he was going to be a big brother. This caused Hojin to whine to his daddy that he wanted a baby too. Jiyong smiled at her when he said 'someday.'

Dara sighed happily as she dug into the pockets of her coat. Jiyong could be so sweet when he tried. He and TOP got the wishbone and Jiyong managed to come away with the bigger piece. But he refused to tell her what he wished.

"I found them, Omma!" Dara called, pulling out first one glove and then the other. She walked into the living room to find Omma sorting through the boxes of Christmas decorations. Omma held up a porcelain plate with a crudely drawn Christmas tree and 'Mery Kristmas, Omma' written in a childish hand.

"You're not putting that out, are you?" Dara exclaimed.

"It's one of my favorites," Omma said, setting it aside and picking up a half-melted snowman candle. "And I think it's adorable."

"I did that when I was six." Dara looked in horror at the box full of Christmas things she and Sanghyun had made over the years. "You're not going to show those to Jiyong, are you?"

"I put these out every year, dear. If they're good enough for this house, then they're good enough to show your friends." She smiled at her daughter. "Speaking of Jiyong, did you invite my future son-in-law and grandson over for Christmas?"

Dara blushed. "Don't you dare say anything like that around Jiyong! We aren't even discussing marriage. We just like to spend time together. And before I forget, Teddy and Haeum might be coming. Is that okay?"

Omma smiled a motherly smile, but she didn't pursue the matter. "The more the merrier. Well, you better run or my future son-in-law will wonder where you are." Dara groaned as she ran out the door.

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"When's 'Dara-noona going to get here?" Hojin asked as Jiyong pushed his arms into the sleeves of his coat.

"Soon, Hojin," Jiyong replied. He shoved a hat onto Hojin's head.

Hojin tried to push the hat up. I can't see!" Jiyong pulled the material off of the child's eyes. He worked the little hands into warm mittens and wound a scarf around Hojin's neck. He stepped back to study the little body covered in layers of cold weather gear.

"All done," Jiyong said with a note of satisfaction in his voice. "And it only took us thirty minutes." Muffled squeaks came from the little boy. Jiyong pulled the scarf away from his mouth.

"I gots to go potty, Daddy!" Jiyong resisted the urge to bang his head against a wall. Things were almost simpler when Hojin still wore diapers.

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Dara held Hojin's hands in hers, patiently teaching him how to make a snowball. Broken trails criss-crossed the once pristine winter wonderland. Children and adults had come to the park to play in the first heavy snow of the season. TOP seemed content to stay close to Bom, probably because winter clothes concealed most of the female forms he loved.

"Now what, 'Dara-noona?" Hojin asked, holding a lopsided snowball in both hands.

"Put it down and roll it in the snow like this," Dara instructed. She demonstrated with another snowball. "See how it gets bigger. When it's big enough, we can make a snowman." She left Hojin energetically pushing the snowball around and looked for Jiyong. He was crouched down by the trees at the edge of the clearing, looking for rocks to make the face for Hojin's snowman.

With an evil grin, she pulled one of her gloves off and walked up behind Jiyong. She touched the back of his neck with her cold hand. He flinched, lost his balance, and fell into a snowdrift.

"Ugh," Jiyong said, spitting out snow. "You're going to pay for that."

"Eating snow again, Jiyong?" TOP called from the snow fort he was building with Bom. Just remember not to eat the yellow snow."

Hojin looked up from his growing snowball. "Why not?" He pouted when everybody started laughing. What was so funny about yellow snow?

Jiyong trotted over with a handful of rocks. "Good snowball, Hojin. Now we need two more."

The snowman was soon finished. Jiyong lifted Hojin up to place the old hat on top. TOP walked around the snowman several times, examining it from every angle.

"That's a nice snowman," TOP said, approvingly. "He looks just like you, Jiyong."

"It does not look like me," Jiyong objected. He stared at the snowman with its wintery grin and two thin sticks for arms. The third snowball that served as the head had ended up ended up getting bigger and bigger. It perched on top, giving the poor snowman a deformed look.

"Sure he does." TOP patted the oversized head. He's got a big head, just like you." He flashed a grin at the look on Jiyong's face, before taking off at a run.

The girls sighed as Jiyong tackled him to the ground and shoved his face into the snow. Dara scooped up a handful of snow and packed it into a ball. Her throw connected with the back of Jiyong's head. Jiyong very calmly climbed off of TOP. He bent over to scrape some snow off of the ground. Carefully, he formed it into a ball, brushing off the loose snow until it was completely round. He looked up at Dara and grinned.

"Uh oh." Dara ran. She squeaked when the snowball impacted against her back. Bom laughed, until TOP's snowball smacked into her.

"This means revenge," Bom growled. She started rolling snowballs. Her first throw missed TOP, striking a teenage boy instead. His companion laughed, only to get a face full of snow from someone else.

"Snowball fight!" someone shouted. And the mayhem began.

The littler kids, including Hojin, watched from the sidelines. TOP had a pile of snowballs that he jealously guarded from raids while lofting snowballs at friends and strangers alike. Jiyong pulled Dara behind a tree just before a snowball exploded against the trunk. Her breath puffed out in clouds, her eyes shining with excitement. She had lost her hat at the beginning of the battle and her ears were getting cold. She shivered as an icy gust of wind blew through the branches.

"Are you cold, Dara?" Jiyong wrapped her in his arms. She shivered again, but for a different reason. A happy smile curved .

"Why would I be cold, when you're so warm?" She giggled when he rubbed the cold tip of his nose against her cheek. Both yelped, and Jiyong cursed, when a shower of snow came down on them from the branches above their heads.

"No fair hiding behind the trees!" TOP prepared to lob another snowball at them. Jiyong pushed Dara away from him.

"You are so dead, TOP," he roared. At the look on Jiyong's face, he dropped the snowball he held and started running. The snowball fight was winding down. Parents began to gather their children together to head home for dinner. Without any place to hide, TOP did the only thing he could think of.

He darted over and grabbed Hojin, holding the small boy in front of him like a shield. Hojin giggled as he was hoisted in the air. TOP backed away, keeping Hojin between him and an enraged Jiyong.

"What are we playing now?" Hojin asked.

"We're playing 'keep Daddy from pummeling Uncle TOP,' Hojin," TOP said, continuing to back away. "And you're the shield."

Dara clung to Bom, both of them laughing until tears rolled down their cheeks. TOP and Jiyong continued their little dance around the clearing. Hojin laughed, shouting encouragement to his daddy.

"Park?"

Dara whipped around at the sound of the hesitant voice behind her. Bom swallowed the last of her giggles, craning her neck to see who was calling. The smile slipped off her face and she cast an anxious look at Dara.

"Hi, Yunho," Dara said.

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------- HEY I'M BACK!! First update today :) hehe sorry to keep you guys waiting for so long!