*Stretching as I wake up, the sun not even lighting the sky yet. Letting out a deep sigh as I throw back the blankets and get up. Pulling on a pair of fuzzy socks, I quietly walk from my room, going downstairs. Standing on the stairs, looking at all the gifts surrounding the tree. Looking all around the room, knowing that the gift I truly want to be there isn't, but checking all the same. Feeling a hand touch my shoulder, I look up to see our housekeeper standing there, her eyes full of love and sorrow for me* "You know she isn't here, Little One. But that doesn't mean she isn't watching. She loved seeing how happy you always are on Christmas morning." *Pushing my hair behind my ear, she smiles and pats my back* "Go on upstairs and wake your father. It's something he loves and expects every Christmas" *Nodding, I wipe the tears from my cheeks and hurry upstairs.*
*Pausing to take a deep breath before pushing the door to his room open. Pasting a huge smile on my face, I rush in, climb up onto his bed and start to bounce and yell* Wake up, IT'S CHRISTMAS!!!! Daddy wake up!!! *Giggling as he snatches me around the waist and tickles me.* Stop, STOP!!! We have to go open presents, Daddy! *He kisses my forehead as he lets me go. Jumping off the bed, I speed from the room and back down the stairs. Kneeling on the floor in front of he tree as he slowly makes his way down. Thanking Mrs. Pierce as she meets him at the bottom, handing him a large cup of coffee. He sits down beside the tree and nods to me, letting me know that I could start.*
*Grabbing up a gift, I read the tag out loud as Mrs. Pierce and the rest of the main staff comes in to share Christmas morning with us, a tradition that Momma had started not long after her and daddy had married. Crawling back and forth between the tree and whomever the gift belonged to. The room fills with laughter and thank you's as each present is opened.* "Time for your Christmas morning picture, Aine. Go sit with Meison." *Grabbing my favorite picture of Momma off the mantle, I climb up onto daddy's lap. He scoots over in the chair and tucks me into the spot, laying the picture on his chest between us as we smile at Mrs. Pierce and she snaps the picture.* "Thank you, Mrs. Pierce." She smiles back at us, then nods her head* "Time for pancakes!"
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