Merry Christmas

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Adam's: POV

-Flashback-

December 25th 2015: New York

"Daddy and papa, wake up, it's Christmas." said Emily happily. She jumped up and down on our bed. "Merry Christmas Emily." I replied with a happy smile. "Merry Christmas sweetie." said Jack. Emily's monkey doll Bubble was lying next to him. "Let's go downstairs and open presents." she replied.

(Jack with Emily's monkey doll)

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(Jack with Emily's monkey doll)

We walked to the living room and under tree the Christmas presents awaited. My children sat down on the couch and waited. I gave them their presents and they smiled again.

"Thank you so much, I love her." said Emily and showed up her doll. "I'm glad you like it." I replied. "She look just like me." she said. Tim opened his present and smiled. "Thank you so much." he replied and showed us his Harry Potter book. "A cd with Britney Spears." said Katherine happily.

"Oh look, it's snowing." said Emily. We went out and built a snowman and our children danced around in the snow. We had snowball war and we laughed of joy.

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Later in the day we ate a good dinner and then watched at a Disney movie. Emily fell asleep and we carried her to her room. She held her doll close to her.

Me and Jack walked back to the living room and sat down on the couch. "It was a beautiful Christmas Eve today." he said. "I agree." I replied. "I haven't got my present today." he said. "You're so funny." I replied and gave him a kiss. Jack kissed me back.

Outside the moon lit up the white landscape and it was very beautiful. A star shone on the sky and I smiled for myself. "Merry Christmas Michael." I said.

-End of the flashback-


So beautiful


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