Earlier tonight I was contemplating to write this or not, it would be so short, didn't knew if that was what OP wanted. Decided to dribble it down anyway, and see what you think, or otherwise inspire people to write better and longer fics.

So with all good intentions;

Silent Knight.

It wasn't because he was seven, eigth in a few weeks, that his mum had to treat him like a child. He was smart, beat his brother in chess all the time, (though that was hardly an achievement, his brother was stupid) he was stronger then most kids, especially that Vieri, and he had the looks. Why, the other day four pretty lady swarmed around him. Frederico told him they were courtesans, whatever that was. 'But' the pretty seven, almost eight year, old thought 'it's not just because I wasn't smiling that I'm sad!'

His madre had picked him up and told him soothing words. He had denied, but she had kept telling him, that padre needed to work tonight, it was very important.

Truth be told, he was sad. Everything had been perfect! There was even snow. Everyone had gathered in the kitchen that morning. Everyone but Giovanni.
Maria, his beautfil mother, had told them Lorenzo needed him.

Honestly what banking business was so important that father needed to leave on christmas day?