“Finn! Anna! You can come down!” I hollar up the massive spiral staircase. Following the echo throughout the hall, I hear tiny footsteps and see two minuscule bodies running towards me at a record breaking speed. One clutches onto my leg, the other begins hopping beside me.
“Mummy! Did Father Christmas come? Did I get my toy train?” Questions the bouncing one.
“Yes, Finn! Father Christmas did come. You have to go open your gifts to see what he got you! Follow me, bud.” Says a masculine voice from behind me. I flash a smile at my husband and slyly wink. Carmen leads my eldest child to the den where there are dozens of gifts stacked beneath a large evergreen tree.
I begin shaking my leg. “Anna, you silly goose, get off my leg! Let’s go open your gifts. Maybe Father Christmas brought you a new dolly!” I say in an enthusiastic and encouraging voice. Anna, my three year old, hears my words, perks up, and waddles over to the tree.
For the next fifteen minutes, the tearing of wrapping paper fills the room along with the essence of winter and the scent of a peppermint-vanilla candle burning. Carmen and I sit on the couch as we watch the light in our children's eyes brighten as they rip open the gifts that they have been waiting to see for weeks. My husband wraps his arm around me as I lean my head upon his shoulder. I nuzzle my nose into his neck as he pops a kiss onto my scalp. “I love you,” he whispers into my ear. I glance up at him and giggle silently. Our session together is interrupted by the cheers of Finn.
“Daddy! Mummy! The train!” Yells his young voice, “I got my train!” I glance over to see Finn proudly holding up a long blue box. Across the front, “Thomas the Tank Engine” is written in grey lettering.
“Really, sweetie? That’s amazing. Let’s go set it up after breakfast!” I exclaim. Anna runs over to show me her favorite present, her new Barbie doll. I cheer my daughter on as she proudly displays her new favorite toy beside her other presents.
Carmen and I glance at each other. Our two beautiful children in front of us continue ripping open gifts and announcing what they have. I mouth something to carmen, but he tilts his head indicating that he did not understand.
I try again; I love you.
My husband nods his head and his smile extends out to his cheekbones.
“I love you too,” He says as he kisses me on the top of my head.
They say that Christmas is the most magical time of year, and they truly are correct. But with this adoring family of mine, every day is magical.
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Saved By Elounor
FanficAt sixteen years old, nobody expected Ally to get as far in life as she had gotten. The XFactor was a show for professionals... not a teenage girl from London. But is she willing to keep going, or will she throw it all away voluntarily? All rights...
