Day Sixteen of Christmas

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A/N: Sorry that this one is so short!

Merlin hummed along to the radio as he placed a ornament on the Christmas tree. He plucked another ornament from midair, the golden glow of his eyes matching the shade of the bulb.

Ornaments, light, and tinsel danced around him as his magic was used. Merlin glanced out the window, smiling sadly at the lake that sat outside.

Somehow, it never froze over, despite everything being cold. Merlin supposed it was a part of the magic that the lake contained.

With a sigh, Merlin snapped out of his thoughts to step back and admire the tree. It was his favorite tradition every Christmas.

Except for the gifts.

Over the years, Merlin had collected the perfect gifts for each of his friends. He didn't know why- it's not like he could give them the presents. But, in a way, it was comforting to place the gifts under the tree.

Arthur was the only one who didn't have a gift, which Merlin found to be ironic. The only promised to return, and the only one Merlin hadn't found something for.

Yet.

To be continued...

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