I had an idea for a Christmas with Young Peter Maximoff, I actually got the idea from a oneshot Thanksgiving I wrote about Thanksgiving with the X Men. We all know Peter was probably a mischievous child, it's fun writing about his naughty past.

Have a wonderful Christmas if you can, I know this year will be different. But things will get better someday, we just have to hope for the best.

-There's a mention about this oneshot in Thanksgiving For Mutants

-Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree by Brenda Lee and Frosty The Snowman by Ella Fitzgerald are featured in this oneshot.

-Happy Christmas!

Prologue

Peter loved Christmas, it was his favourite time of the year unless you counted Halloween or April Fools Day. But in the year 1970 he may have taken his pranks too far, this may explain why he lived in his Mom's basement sometimes.

Keep safe everyone, Happy Christmas!


Rockin' Around The Cherry Bomb Box.

Christmas Day - 1970

It was Christmas morning at the Maximoff residents, the house was filled with music. Wrapping paper was scattered around the living room, the television was playing some old Christmas movie and the turkey was roasting in the oven. The vegetables were already boiling in saucepans on the stove and the jug of mulled wine was cooling on the kitchen counter. Peter had checked on the sweet potato pie in the oven, he loved helping in Mom in the kitchen.

They had opened all of their presents and ate their breakfast in front of the television, this was a normal family tradition after opening presents. Peter and his Sister didn't get much, but they were grateful for what they got since their Mom worked two jobs. Peter had used his mutant ability to to purchase or steal presents for his family, he had actually stolen the turkey from the local supermarket.

Peter's Mom wasn't too pleased that he had stolen things from local businesses, but she didn't say anything about it since Lorna was happy that she got everything she had asked for from her letter to Santa. Peter had given his Mom two new doormats and some expensive perfume, his Sister had received many princess dresses this year. He had even zoomed over to his Grandma's house this morning to give her a present from him, a box of chocolate covered cherries and a new scarf.

Peter was babysitting his little Sister while his Mom went to pick up his Grandma, they were planning on spending the day together. Peter changed the vinyl playing on the recorded player, he had gained quite the collection with the aid of his sticky fingers. He had chosen something festive, he turned the volume up and asked his Sister if she would like to dance.

" Yes please!" Lorna said.

Lorna jumped to her feet and dropped her dolls on the floor, she then hurried over to Peter with her star wand in her hand. She grabbed hold of his hands and stepped onto his feet, she laughed while he guided her around the living room. Her maneuvered her around the Christmas tree and twirled her underneath his arm, she was enjoying their little dance together.

Rockin' around the Christmas tree
At the Christmas party hop
Mistletoe hung where you can see
Every couple tries to stop
Rockin' around the Christmas tree
Let the Christmas spirit ring
Later we'll have some pumpkin pie
And we'll do some caroling

Lorna jumped from Peter's feet and twirled around on the spot, she was pretending to be a ballerina. She asked Peter to lift her up, he picked her up by her waist and she stretched her hands above her head while she sang along to the song. It wasn't long until Peter was spinning her around on the spot, they laughed together until Peter lost his footing.

" Whoa!" Peter yelled.

" Peter!" Lorna screamed.

They both fell onto the couch and laughed, it was a soft landing. Lorna playful hit her Brother with a cushion, he allowed her to win this little cushion battle. She soon bounced from the couch and returned to her dollies, she soon settled down in front of the television. Peter watched his younger Sister, she was playing with some dolls and watching a small train driving around the bottom of the Christmas tree.

Peter continued to watch his Sister until his Mom returned home with his Grandma Maximoff, he jumped up from the couch and greeted his Grandma. Lorna wasn't that far behind him, she was excited to see her only living grandparent too. She hurried passed her Brother and hugged her Grandma tightly until she gave her a present wrapped in red paper, it wasn't long until Grandma Maximoff's attention was on Peter.

" Merry Christmas, Grandma!" Peter said.

" Merry Christmas!" Grandma said, she ran her fingers through his hair and gave a sloppy kiss on his cheek " You need a hair cut, you're beginning to look like a hippy."

" I'm growing it out." Peter said.

Peter chuckled at his Grandma's comments about his hair, he wanted to grow his hair out since he saw Pink Floyd in concert a few months ago. Long hair on men was becoming a trend now in the 1970s, he just wanted to fit in like everyone else in this new decade. He thanked his Grandma when she gave him a box wrapped in green wrapping paper, he soon opened his gift and smiled when he saw what she had gotten him.

" Whoa, Cherry Bombs!" Peter smiled.

" Mother, you shouldn't have..." Marya sighed.

" They're just toys, they won't hurt anyone." Grandma said.

" Tell that to the schools restroom's U-bend..." Marya said while she began picking wrapping paper up from around the living room. " Peter, be careful with those. Don't be reckless this time."

" I promise I'll use them for the fun things, no pranks... this time." Peter said.

Peter kissed his Grandma's cheek before placed them on the couch, but his Mom told him to not leave them lying around when his Sister was in the house. He told her okay while he threw a cushion on top of the box, he then went to hang up his Grandma's coat in the hallway. He tucked his hands in his jacket pockets and listened to the music playing in the living room, his Mom must have changed the record for his Sister.

That's Frosty the Snowman
He's a jolly happy soul
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
And two eyes made out of coal

" Peter, a little help in the kitchen!" Marya said.

" Okay, Mom!" Peter said.

Peter walked through the hallway and made his way to the kitchen, his Mom had been cooking in the kitchen all morning. He had helped with the vegetable peeling and he even made roast twinkies which was his speciality, it was a random recipe idea. His Mom asked him to set the dining table, he told her okay before he zoomed everything he would need to the dinning room. It wasn't long until he heard his Sister calling him from the living room, she always wanted his attention.

" Peter, come and play with me!" Lorna yelled.

" I'm busy Lorna!" Peter said.

Lorna complained until their Mom told her that Peter was helping her out in the kitchen, she soon stopped calling for him after that. Peter placed four plates and cutlery on the table top, he made sure the table looked festive. His Mom had placed a vase with a Christmas bouquet in the middle of the table already, he placed two small angels on the table and some white candles.

Peter returned to the kitchen and helped his Mom with the serving bowls, she had already filled them with hot vegetables. She did complain to Peter though about the turkey being dry, he had one job today and he failed. He was the one who was meant to basing the turkey while she was out, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

" Peter, can you start taking the bowls to the dinning room." Marya asked, she was busy stiring the gravy on the stove hob. " It's ready to be served, can you tell your Grandma and Lorna that dinner is ready too."

" Sure, Mom." Peter said.

Using some oven gloves Peter zoomed each bowl of vegetables to the dinning room, he place them carefully on the table and yelled to his family in the living room. Lorna soon came running towards Peter, she grabbed him around his waist and asked him again if he would play Princesses with her after dinner. He told her okay before he lifted up from the floor, he then carried her over to one of the chairs.

" You've got to sit here." Peter said while he placed her down on the chair. " I'm sitting with Grandma, you know so she doesn't drive Mom crazy with her complaints about dinner."

" Okay, but I'm the Christmas Princess today!" Lorna said.

" You're always the Christmas Princess." Peter smiled.

Lorna smiled up at her big Brother, he always let her be the Princess because he didn't want to wear her plastic taira again. It got caught in his hair last time, it wasn't funny since he had to cut his hair after that incident. Peter went and sat across the table from his Sister, they spoke to each other until their Grandma joined them.

Peter cupped his hands together and watched his Grandma sit down next to him, she told Peter that she had brought some turkey seasoning in case he wanted to sprinkle some on his dinner. He couldn't help but chuckle at his Grandma, she was always doing things like this when his Mom cooked Christmas dinner.

" What's that sweet smell?" Grandma asked.

" It's my roast twinkies, do you want to try one?" Peter asked.

" No thank you, dear." Grandma replied, she looked over at Lorna and whispered to her. " They'd get stuck in my teeth."

Lorna giggled when her Grandma popped her false teeth out for a moment, she soon put them back in though when Marya carried the turkey into the room. Peter told his Mom that the turkey smelt delicious, his completment brought a smile to her face. She placed it down on the table and wiped her hands on her apron, she told her family that dinner was now served.

" What a lovely spread, Marya." Grandma said before she helped herself to some roast potatoes. " The turkey looks a little dry though, but that's no fault of your own. Turkey is such a funny bird to cook, I prefer chicken."

" I know, Mother..." Marya sighed.

" That was my fault, I forgot to based it." Peter said.

" Oh well, it happens." Grandma said.

Marya looked over at Peter, he shrugged his shoulders at his Mom while he stuffed a roast twinkie into his mouth. He knew his Grandma was fussy about turkey, it was mostly his fault anyway since he forgot to based it while his Mom was picking up his Grandma. He watched his Mom carving the turkey while he leaned on his hand, but his mind soon began to wander.

Peter's gaze was soon fixed on the turkey, a prank was soon forming inside of his head. The cherry bombs his Grandma had brought him for Christmas would easily fit inside of that bird, he was now wondering how big of an explosion would they cause inside of the turkey. He watched his Mom placing some turkey on his Grandma's plate, he licked his lips before he zoomed to the living room.

Time had slowed down for Peter, his family wouldn't even notice that he was gone. He stopped in front of the couch and opened the box of cherry bombs, they were all lined up in their cardboard container. He knew they could cause some damage if he used more than two, he took two from the box and zoomed back to his seat in the dining room.

" Thank you, Marya." Grandma said.

" Turkey leg please!" Lorna said.

" What do you want Peter?" Marya asked.

" Just some breast for me." Peter replied, he smiled at his Mom and hid the cherry bombs behind his back. " Maybe a wing, anything will do for me... I'm not picky."

Marya continued to carve the turkey until everyone had some turkey on their plates, she sat down next to Lorna and helped her daughter with the vegetables. Peter soon had a plate full of different foods, he tucked into his marshmallow sweet potatoes while he eyed up the leftover turkey, he was ready to strike.

" Peter, will you please pass me the gravy?" Grandma asked.

" Sure." Peter replied.

Peter went to reach for the gravy boat before time slowed down for him, he got up from his seat and zoomed over to the turkey. He moved the turkey to the very far end of the table, he didn't want anyone getting hurt when the cherry bombs exploded. He took a lighter from his jacket pocket and lit the two cherry bombs, the flames on the fuses were frozen into one place.

Smirking to himself Peter carefully placed the cherry bombs inside the turkey, he soon returned to his seat and picked up the gravy boat before time returned to its normal pace. He placed the gravy boat next to her plate and picked his fork up from the table, he kept his gaze on the turkey while he played with his mashed potatoes.

" Is there something wrong, Peter?" Marya asked.

" Huh?" Peter asked, he looked over at his Mom and smiled at her. " Nope, I'm just savouring the flavoursome turkey."

" Hmm..." Marya replied.

" This turkey is a bit dry, Marya." Grandma said.

" Mommy, the turkey is dry." Lorna said.

A laugh escaped Peter's lips, his Grandma always said what she thought. But without any warning smoke began to come from the turkey, the cherry bombs were finally making their presence known. Lorna was the first one to notice the smoke coming from the turkey, she pointed at it and screamed when the turkey explored. Pieces of the turkey scattered across the table and flew into the air, it was like a turkey rainfall.

Peter dodged a rogue turkey leg, it hit the wall and bounced into the chair next to him. He glanced around the dinning room, there was turkey everywhere. His Grandma was pulling turkey from her hair and his Sister was chewing at her turkey leg, but his Mom looked furious. Her hazel eyes were focused on him, he was in some serious trouble right now.

" Peter!" Marya yelled.

" Oh shit.." Peter muttered.

Marya was ranting and raving about how long it had taken her to cook that bird, he felt awful. He slumped down in his chair, he could feel his Mother's angry gaze on him. He knew he was in for a grounding of a lifetime, his Thanksgiving prank had backfired on him. He really needed to stop doing pranks on his family, his mischievous ways needed to stop at some point.