Summary:

“I can’t do this.” He said and Ilya’s hands found his waist to ground him. “Riku grabbed Obaasan from the hospital, and I can feel my mom starting to spiral. Minu hired a decorator for the house so it could look perfect for today, can you believe that? I’m going to be sick.” Ilya ignored the low-hanging fruit about all the pillows Shane liked having around. “You are four time Stanley Cup winner, have silver medal and many score records. An old lady scares you?” He asked and when it seemed like Shane might just nod, Ilya added “Think of it as game. And we win games.” “Ilya, you can’t win at Christmas.” “Says who?” Ilya demanded. “We win other things, why not this?” Shane looked at him, the determined, cocky tilt to his jaw and then his husband kissed him and laughed. “Alright, sure, we’ll win Christmas.” or Ilya meets Shane's extended family and learns about the true spirit of Christmas.