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The next day approached rather quickly, and it had became Christmas Eve with the blink of an eye. Rae, Arianna, and Arianna's mother, Sharon, had all come to an agreement to cook dinner together and the men had agreed to take the girls to do a snowball fight and grocery shopping.
The women had wandered around the kitchen, setting up the pots and pans to prep for the day before. The soft melodies of This Christmas echoed throughout the cabin, as the women hummed along to the lyrics.
"So," Sharon voiced, her throat clearing, while gathering the other's attention. "Do you two do the tradition I did with Arianna and open one gift before Christmas Eve?"
"I do it." Arianna said, her eyes glancing over to Rae who shook her head, knowing that wasn't a tradition in her family.
"We didn't do that as kids, but I know Arianna should do it so we could see Trevon and Ayla's faces with their surprises." Rae suggested, a small, devious smile creeping across her face.
"Oh?" Sharon said, as her eye brow rose. "What did you get them, Ri?"
"It's nothing too surprising, mama. Rae is just exaggerating as usual." Arianna giggled, her eyes rolling playfully, as she shifted over to the fridge door and opened it.
"Girl," Rae said, her eyes rolling at the downplay of the exciting news. "It's definitely surprising to the two of them though."
"Okay," she shrugged, attempting to brush away the conversation—though the thought did cross her mind to tell the both of them tonight.
"Well it's around six thirty, so the girl's can eat dinner, watch some movies, and then around ten they can open the a gift up." Her mother suggested, earning a small nod from both women.
As the women continued to listen to music and cook dinner, the front door creak open softly, and the men and children emerged into the cabin. Bags were up both men's forearms as they carried them all in, and their heavy breathing echoed throughout the cabin.
The two young girls waved tiredly at the elders as they walked into their shared room. "They look exhausted, dad. What did y'all do take them on the trails, too."
"Hahaha," her father sarcastically chuckled. "They ran so much while throwing those snowballs. They had Trevon feeling as old as me."
Trevon let out a soft chuckle, walking further into the kitchen area, with the bags still in hand. "You not old pops—You're wise."
