Disclaimer: I do not own Back to the Future.

Author's Note: This story is written in response to last year's December's Challenge. Marty and Calvin give each other a very special present.

December 25, 1985
7:30 AM PST

'Oh, please,' mumbled Marty, sleepily, 'it's too early. I don't get up until ten.'

'Come on, Marty!' exclaimed Calvin. 'It's Christmas! It's the most special day of the year!'

When Marty made no move to wake up, Calvin leaned over to tickle his twin. Marty started to laugh and squirm, while Calvin tickled him mercilessly. Calvin was tempted to tickle the soles of Marty's feet, but he thought better of it.

'Okay! Okay!' insisted Marty, through helpless laughter. 'I'm getting up, now!'

'Are you sure, Marty?' asked Calvin, as he still tickled Marty.

'Yes! Yes! I'm sure!' Marty insisted, laughing. 'Now if you will just stop tickling me.'

'If you're not up in five minutes,' said Calvin, smiling, 'then I will tickle you some more.'

As Calvin finally stopped tickling Marty, Marty sighed and said, 'Gee, Calvin, you sure can be so stubborn.'

'Yeah, I know,' replied Calvin, smirking. 'Now get out of bed and get dressed. Mom cooked breakfast for us' Then Calvin left the room.

Marty reluctantly stepped out of bed, and got dressed. Even though Marty loved his twin dearly, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed that Calvin couldn't just leave him in peace that morning. After Marty got dressed, he walked into the kitchen.

'Well, Marty, you're up early,' Marty's mother, Lorraine, observed - with a smile.

'Only because Calvin was so persistent,' Marty said, sighing. 'He just couldn't leave me in peace this morning.'

'Well, you don't want to miss breakfast, do you?' Lorraine asked, smiling. 'I made some fruit soup for everyone. I know how much you love fruiit soup.'

'Oh, really?' Marty asked, amazed. 'That so awesome, Mom. That's one of my favourite foods. We don't have that too often, though.'

'Well, if we had it everyday,' Lorraine said, smiling, 'then it wouldn't be special, would it?'

'I knew you wanted to have the soup nice and hot,' added Calvin.

'Oh, thank you, Calvin,' Marty said, warmly. 'I guess you really were just looking out for me, as always.'

'Of course, my dear brother,' Calvin said, smiling.

After the twins hugged, they sat down at the table with Dave and Linda - and they waited for their father, George, to join them.

oooooooooo

After breakfast, everyone had gone into the living room to open up their presents. As a tradition, Marty and Calvin always opened up each other's presents last.

First, Marty and Calvin had opened up their present, which was given to them by their parents. It was a Nintendo game called The Legend of Zelda.

'Oh, thank you, Mom! Thank you, Dad!' Marty exclaimed, with joy. 'I have been wanting this game for quite awhile, now.'

'Yeah, thank you, Mom and Dad,' Calvin added, smiling. 'The game is so awesome!'

Marty then opened up his present from Dave, and he saw that it was David Lee Roth's EP, called Crazy From The Heat. Calvin then opened up his present from Dave, and he saw that it was the album by Lionel Richie, entitled Dancing On The Ceiling.

Next, Marty and Calvin had opened up their presents from Linda, and they both received a large bottle of cologne.

Then came the big moment. Marty and Calvin were looking at each other, uncertain of who should open his present first.

'Why don't you go first, Calvin?' Marty asked, softly.

Calvin then smiled, as he slowly unwrapped his present. He saw that it was a photo album, made up of pictures that have been taken over the years where Marty and Calvin were together. The earliest picture was a black-and-white photo that was taken of the twins, just a few hours after they were born. Then there were pictures of Marty and Calvin together in a stroller, wearing identical clothes. The most current picture was taken two weeks ago, where Marty and Calvin were standing on each side of Doc's time DeLorean, while Doc had taken their picture.

'Aw, Marty!' gushed Calvin. 'That is so sweet! It's so nice looking at pictures of our childhood. I kinda miss being a kid, don't you?'

'Yeah, sometimes I do,' Marty said, softly. 'It not until we get older, that we realize just how easy kids have it. They also don't get that much homework.'

'Okay, Marty, now it's your turn,' Calvin urged, gently.

Marty then slowly opened up his present, and he saw that it was a book, entitled My Dear Brother. Marty flipped through the pages, and he saw that it consisted of stories handwritten by Calvin. Marty smiled and threw his arms around Calvin. The two of them embraced for a minute or two.

'Oh, thank you so much, Calvin,' Marty said, smiling. 'I'll have to read this book today. It was so sweet of you to think of me. I'll have to go to my room, and read it, right away.'

'Yeah, you go right ahead,' Calvin replied, gently squeezing Marty's shoulders.

'Oh, no,' Lorraine said, with authority. 'You are not going anywhere, until after we clean up this mess, boys.'

oooooooooo

A few hours later, Marty was in his bedroom, reading the book that Calvin had written for him. They were all stories of memorable events that had taken place in their lives. Some of the stories had made Marty laugh, while others had made him cry. He was so touched that his twin thought so highly of him. He then walked over to Calvin's room, and knocked on his door.

'Who is it?' asked Calvin.

'It's me, Marty,' replied Marty, softly. 'Can I come in?'

'Sure, go right ahead,' replied Calvin. 'Did you read the book, yet?'

'I most certainly did,' Marty replied, smiling softly. Marty then reached out to hug Calvin. 'It was so sweet,' Marty continued, as he wept a little. 'I am so touched.'

'I'm so happy you like it, Marty,' Calvin whispered, as he grabbed a tissue and wiped Marty's eyes with it. 'I really enjoyed looking at the photo album, too.'

'I'm so happy you enjoyed it,' Marty said, with a smile.

'Well, Marty,' Calvin said, smiling. 'There is no doubt about it. We are best friends forever.'

Marty warmly smiled back at his twin. Then they embraced, again. Calvin was so right.