Accidental Christmas Miracle

2.

Miracle

When Christi, as she had told me her name was, pulled into the driveway of her house, I could only marvel at the Christmas decorations on the house.

There were colorful lights around the front posts and along the edge of the roof. In the front yard there were a couple snowmen that didn't seem to be melting anytime soon due to the layer of snow that covered everything other than the shoveled pathway and driveway.

"Are you gonna just sit there and gawk at the decorations or actually get out of the vehicle?" The girl asked me.

I flushed slightly and then got out of the truck, shutting the door behind me.

At the sound of the car doors closing, the front door opened. A woman that looked to be around her mid-forties exited the building. But then again, I'm terrible at guessing people's ages.

"Christmas! You brought the girl!" She sounded excited and somewhat surprised as she came down the shoveled pathway to greet us better.

Christmas?

The blonde girl had a slightly irritated but also happy look on her face, if that was possible.

"I do actually listen to you, Mom." She grumbled.

"I know, darling. Now get the girl's bags out of your truck." Christi's mother instructed her.

When had she put my bags in her truck?

"While you were getting examined." Christi answered me. "You have an expressive face." She explained to me how she knew the question I had in mind, passing me with my bags in tow.

I followed her into the house, not surprised to see even more Christmas decorations in the building as there had been a wreath on the front door. The staircase banister had garland wrapped around the top and bottom of it and Christmas wall hangings on the wall. As I followed the two deeper into the house, I noticed that their house was filled with christmas decorations. When we stopped in the living room, the thing that caught my eye most was a giant tree that was half decorated.

"Who's this?" A voice made me turn around.

A guy that looked a lot like Christi's mother, taking her wavy auburn hair and brown eyes, was leaning against the overhang of the kitchen counter, holding a cup of something steaming hot.

"I'm Miracle." I offered a small smile.

He nodded in understanding. "Ah. You're the girl that hit my sis' car and then spun into the lamp post." He grinned.

My cheek warmed a bit as I looked down. "It wasn't on purpose." I muttered, a bit embarrassed that that is how people knew me here.

He laughed. "I'd hope not."

Our conversation was cut off by something hitting him in the head.

"Ouch." He frowned and rubbed his head where said object hit him, giving the person who threw it a glare.

I turned around and saw Christi giving him a look.

Her mother immediately scolded her, "Christmas Jae Taylor, you do not throw things at your brother!"

Oh. So her name is Christmas.

She frowned. "He totally deserved it! I told him not to start decorating the tree without me and he started decorating anyways!" She argued, pointing a finger at him.

"That doesn't mean you need to throw something at me!" Her brother exclaimed. "What was that anyways? A rock?"

"It was a candy cane, you dumbass." She deadpanned.

"Language, young lady." Her mom warned her.

"Sorry, but I didn't even throw it that hard." Christi - or Christmas, I don't know anymore - defended herself.

A tug on my sleeve pulled me away from watching the argument as I turned to see who pulled on my sleeve.

It was a brown haired girl, younger than the other two but not young as in ten years old. She motioned for me to follow her as the others bickered.

No one noticed that I slipped away.

Once we got to the bottom of the stairs, the girl stopped and looked at me.

"Sorry 'bout all the yelling. Christi's favorite part of decorating the house is the tree and Dot's -"

"Dot?" I interrupted her.

She nodded. "My brother." She paused. "His full name is Duke Oliver Taylor, therefore his initials are-"

"Dot." I interrupted her again, figuring it out.

She gave me a look. "You interrupt a lot." She commented.

I winced. "Yeah, sorry about that. Sometimes my mouth works faster than my brain can tell it to shut up."

"It's fine. Anyways, Dot's a pain in the neck sometimes and I think he occasionally likes arguing with Christi." She shrugged.

I nodded. "How many siblings do you have exactly?" I asked.

"Well, Dot is the oldest at twenty two, then Christi at twenty one and then me and Gabe at twelve. We're twins." She explained.

I was tempted to correct her saying 'me and Gabe' to 'Gabe and I' but I had a feeling she didn't really care about grammar right now. "What's your name?" I asked her instead.

"Noel." A voice sounded from the stairs.

I looked up to see the last child of the Taylor family.