Thomas wasn't ready to wake up. It didn't matter that it was Christmas, he loved sleeping in. He was sprawled over the entire bed, the covers twisted around him, a glimpse of his bare back showing.
Growling into one pillow when he heard Amy's entirely too excited voice, he pulled it over his head, and then grabbed the other pillow on the bed. He swung it toward the general area he'd heard her voice, hoping he'd managed to hit her.
When she persisted, and he knew that he wasn't going to win this time, he rolled over onto his side and glared at her through squinted eyes. "Merry Christmas," he grumbled, sounding somewhat grumpy.