25 Days Of Avenger's Daughters

December 25

-Hazel's Point Of View-
"Hazel, wake up." I open my eyes to Rosie shaking me awake. "Merry Christmas." I mumble as I sit up.

When I was younger, every Christmas Eve I would sleep on the couch by the Christmas Tree. When I went to sleep, the tree would be empty, but by the time I woke up, it was full, and so were the stockings. It was my favorite part of Christmas Day.
I may be older now, but I kept the tradition going. Chase, Emerson, Rosie, Harper, and I slept on the couches last night. My parents collected all the presents from everyone in the tower and put them under the tree and in all 15 stockings. My parents aren't the best at being Santa Claus, seeing as while they're trying to sneak the presents under the tree, my dad drops and whole stack. I tried to hard not to laugh so they would think I was asleep, but I woke up the second they came down the steps. I guess that's good for someone who may be a future assassin.
"Merry Christmas." Rosie says back to me. I look around to see everyone just waking up. Emerson was asleep on one of the recliners, Harper on another couch, and Chase on the floor.
I climb off the couch, and jump over Chase. I walk over to tree so I can start guesses what's inside all the boxes.

"We should start on Christmas Dinner soon!" Rosie says kneeling beside me. "Let's go get ready first." I say. "I'll come with." Harper says, following us to the steps, with Chase and Emerson still refusing to get up.
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"You guys got matching shirts?" Rosie asks as Emerson and I come down to join everyone in the living room for gift giving. "Yeah! We got them yesterday." I say, sitting down beside Rosie, in the spot she saved for me.

"Well let's get this started, we've got a lot to get through." My dad says. "We're not supposed to rush through presents!" I say. "Sure, sure. I'm hungry." My dad says. "I wanted to give Hazel my present first, if that's okay with you guys." Emerson says. I look at Rosie and she smirks. Everyone says it's okay, but instead of walking to the tree, Emerson walks up the stairs. More like runs.
"You know about this?" I ask Rosie. She just smiles. Emerson walks back down the steps with a large box. "What the heck.." I say to myself. I see my mom and dad smile at each other before he sets the box in my lap. "Merry Christmas." He says sitting beside me in a chair. I open the box and peek inside.
"OH MY GOSH AHHHHH!" I throw the lid off and pull out a puppy.

"YOU GOT ME A DOG." I scream holding in it the air, as its licking my face. "Since you've been asking for one for so long, I gave Emerson permission to get you a dog." My dad says, and my mom nods. "It's so cute oh my gosh. I love her, look at her eyes. Rosie and Harper crowd around me to see the dog, so I set her on my lap. "She'll need a name." Emerson says petting the puppy. "Ginger." I say, as the adventurous puppy starts walking around my lap. "Why Ginger?" Emerson asks. "It's what I always imagined I'd name my dog." I say.
"Merry Christmas, Hazel." Emerson says. "Merry Christmas."
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"Merry Christmas to all, and to all,
A good night."