What Christmas Means (Quick family)

                                    

                                          
"Alright P's and Q's." Puck said, looking at his and Quinn's kids. "Your mom and I wanted to talk to you about something."
                          
"Are we in trouble?" Lucy asked.
                          
"No one's in trouble." Puck answered. "Can you two sit on the couch while we wait for Mommy?"
                          
"Okay." Hudson nodded as he took his younger sister's hand and sat down on the couch.
                          
"I'm here." Quinn announced as she entered the room with two-year-old Grace on her hip and Puck's golden retriever Max at her side.
                          
"Are we in trouble?" Hudson wondered, looking at Quinn as he pulled Grace onto his lap.
                          
"No." Quinn shook her head as she took Puck's hand. "We wanted to talk to you about something."
                          
"You're not gonna have another baby, right? 'Cause I don't want you to." Lucy stated.
                          
"No." Puck said. "Babe?"
                          
"Right, well, Christmas is coming up." Quinn began. "And you three are getting older so I thought it would be a good time to talk about what Christmas is really about."
                          
"It's about Santa and presents." Lucy stated.
                          
"That's part of it, Lulu." Puck nodded, looking at Quinn.
                          
Quinn nodded slowly. "The holidays are about family, but they're also about appreciating what you have and giving back."
                          
"Giving back what?" Lucy wondered.
                          
"Helping out." Puck answered. "Helping people who don't have as much as you do."
                          
"Before Grace was born, we took you to a soup kitchen around Christmas. Do you remember that?" Quinn questioned the kids.
                          
"I remember." Hudson replied, and Lucy nodded slowly.
                          
"We decided that we should start going again. It's important." Quinn told the kids.
                          
"But why?" Lucy questioned Quinn. "It's not fun."
                          
"Helping people is fun, Lulu." Hudson argued as he looked at Quinn and Puck. "I liked when we used to go. We got to help out."
                          
Quinn smiled proudly as she looked at Puck.
                          
"That's what Christmas is all about, Hudson."