Seeing is Believing, Right?

1) Relatives Coming Over

Hey guys! Guess who's back again? It is I! I finally found the movie after looking for it for so long, and I plan on re writing the chapters since I have a lot of mistakes, yikes. Anyways, thanks for all of the support, I love you guys!

(Y/N) POV

I was making Christmas goodies with my grandmother, Omi. We have already made three batches of cookies, frosted and sugar powdered already, cake, which was also frosted, and ready to eat. Then hell struck the door.

"We even have it on camera!" I heard Max say outside the door. I sighed a prepared for the worst. "You're gonna write and apology to the rest of the class for ruining the recital." Dad said. "What were you thinking Max, he was twice your size!" Mom said.

"He was telling the little kids Santa wasn't real and was a mall scammer to get kid to sell Pepsi." Max defended. "Coke." Said Beth. "You know what he means." I said, kneading the dough. She just flipped me off. I growled and tuned them out.

Max came up next to me a minute later and hugged me from behind. "Hey bud." I smiled. "Will you watch Charlie Brown with me?" He whimpers. I smiled and kissed his forehead, putting the dough down and beginning to roll it out. "Sure, if you help Omi and I." I spoke softly, turning around to give him a proper hug, resting my head on his curly brown hair, a scent of pine tree hit me. I smiled into his hair, giving him a loving kiss once again on his temple.

He giggled and helped us bake and decorate them. He and Omi spoke in German, about if she believed or not. "Have you finished the letter?" Omi asked "Not yet, I don't know what to wish for." "I'm sure you'll think of something." She reassured Max. "Thanks Omi." Max said. "Do you still believe in Santa?" Max asked. "Naturally, but... I also believe that St. Nicholas is what you make of him." She said, I nodded and took a bite of a cooking I made. "What do you mean?" Max asked. "That to believe in him is to believe in the true spirit of the holiday. The spirit of giving. Of sacrifice..." she stopped. "But I also believe in dessert before dinner." She smiled, handing Max and I a cookie. We smiled happily to her and took them eagerly, thanked her and munched on the sweet treats.

Max started working on his letter, when a rumble shook the house. The 'relatives' are here. "Crap!" Max said and rushed his letter. I growled and moved my (H/c) hair out of my eyes and hid the booze. I knew Uncle Howard would go looking for it, and hid a lot of the sweets in nooks and crannies. "Merry Christmas!" Mom said outloud. I growled and hugged Omi and Max, wishing him luck as he helped mom get the door.

I helped cook the meal and stayed out of their way. The turkey was a little dry because Mom didn't base it and use the broth and butter like I told her to, so I fixed it and made it a bit better then before. Cleaning up after dinner and starting to set the table, I laid out the utensils and some cups, napkins and plates.

Walking to the living room and looking around, I'd glare at our cousins as they tried to steal things. I growled and went upstairs to let Amalgamous outside. Amal was my red wolf-malamute mix. He was very beautiful, I got him as a puppy when I found him taking a walk in the neighborhood, wounded and terrified. I had to beg Mom to let me keep him, raise him and turn him into the best boy ever.

As I let him out, a tiny dog ran underfoot to be let out. Aunt Linda yelled the dog name, 'Rosie' as Amal chased after her, nipping and biting Rosie in the leg, drawing blood. I did nothing but smile. Amal dropped the bleeding dog and strutted to my side, licking his chops.

He's never liked that dog, and I don't blame him, he shit in Beth's bedroom and she won't stop screaming about it for months. Amal never got over it because Linda blamed him and had her husband Howard beat him while I was gone.

Dinner came by and I ate mashed potatoes, turkey and some vegetables. Spud sat by my side, eating what Lizzie dropped. Rosie was whining at Howard while he tried to bandage her up. Everyone else ate with chatter. Until, corruption.