Accidental Christmas Miracle

14.

Miracle

When I went down the next morning, everyone else was already downstairs and breakfast was on the table.

"Finally!" Dot commented when I showed up to the breakfast table. "I'm starving."

I raised an eyebrow at him as I sat down next to Christi.

"I wouldn't let them eat without you down here." Sandy explained.

"Oh. You didn't have to do that." I told her.

"I told her that." Noel said. "She wouldn't listen."

"Well, I'm here now so everyone can eat."

Barely after grace, Dot and Noel shoveled food into their mouths. They only shrugged when they caught us staring at them.

"We're hungry." Dot explained.

After breakfast was eaten and cleaned up, Noel and Gabriel came into the living room with a few boxes of craft items.

"What's this?" I asked the twins.

Gabriel answered me. "It is so we can spread more holiday cheer. What we do is-" He was cut off by his twin.

"We write nice things in little colorful cards we make or other small things we sometimes make. Then, we secretly put them around town so people can find them." Noel explained.

"Hiding them is the best part in my opinion." Dot added.

Christi nodded in agreement. "And since we need to them and after that whole ice skating fiasco that made your wrist worse, we figured that this would be a good activity to start the day." Christi told me.

I nodded.

Sandy popped into the living room for a moment to tell Christi that Jules would be over in about five minutes.

Christi gave her mom a thumbs up to show that she heard her and started grabbing craft supplies. She glanced at me and then at a half-full bin, motioning for me to get it as her hands were full with more stuff than would fit in the bin.

I grabbed it and followed her over to a spot in the living room where we claimed as our spot and started on the project.

I heated up the hot glue gun and when we were in the middle of cutting-slash-breaking the craft popsicle sticks, Jules showed up with glitter and other sparkly things.

Both Christi and I got excited and Jules laughed.
"I think you two are way too excited for sparkle." She told us. "More than I am." She paused to look at the stack of cut up popsicle sticks and looked back at us. "What's this year's idea?" She asked us.

"Well," Christi cleared her throat. "We are cutting up up these beautiful Crafts 'R' Us craft sticks into thirds and then using the thin clear sticks of hot glue with-"

"Yeah, yeah, stop trying to act like you're a professional cook. I'm not eating it so I don't care where the hell it came from." Jules interrupted her.

Dot looked at her. "Language, young lady!" He pretended to scold her but did it with a grin.

She rolled her eyes. "Stuff it. It's not like you haven't said worse words, Mr. Duke."

He made a face. "Whatever."

She turned back to us and motioned to the popsicle sticks. "So?"

"We're making boxes to put rolled up notes in." I explained in simple terms.

"Ooh!" The sassy Jules was gone and in her place was an excited leader. "Okay. To make this function better, we need our jobs. Christi, you'll continue cutting - no - Miracle, you'll continue cutting. Your hands are smaller than hers, therefore they can fit better in the scissors." She gave me my marching order and then turned to the blonde on my right.

"Christi, you'll construct the actual boxes. You're the one who will probably do better with the hot glue gun because I'll probably burn myself and Miracle, I'm not sure how your skill set with that thing is." She motioned towards the innocent, if not pretty looking hot glue gun.

"It's completely evil to me." I told her.

Jules nodded. "I figured. I think it has a favorite." She looked at Christi. "I don't know how you do it." She told her seriously.

Christi rolled her eyes in dramatic way, "I don't touch the obviously hot metal tip all the time."

Jules gave her a look. "That was one time!" She defended herself loudly.

The twins shushed her and she stuck her tongue out at them.

"Whatever. What's your job?" Christi asked.

"To pretty up the boxes  and make them look really nice." She said as if it was obvious which it was - to herself. "Oh," She turned to look back at me. "Once you're done with cutting, could you start writing stuff?"

I nodded and she smiled.

"Great. Now let's get to work but first," She pulled out her phone. "To help the flow of the Christmas spirit, we must have Christmas music!"

A couple minutes later, Christi, Noel, Dot, and Jules were having a singing contest, belting out the lyrics to Jingle Bells.

I had moved onto writing and was using the many writing utensils available to me. I finished another note and added it to the small pile of ten notes that I had finished.

Sandy came in the room. "Hello! The other side of the world just called, they want you to stop breaking their wine glasses." She told Dot, who was the only one that was most obviously off-key.

He feigned a look of hurt. "I'll have you know that I have won awards for this voice." She gave him a look and he sighed. "Okay, maybe not really...But I should've!" He gave her a confident look. "I have the voice of an angel."

Sandy snorted while Jules and Christi tried to disguise their laughter as coughing but I don't think anyone coughs that long nor grins while doing so.

Dot stuck his tongue out. "Whatever. I still believe I am amazing." He did a dramatic hair flip with his non-existent long hair.

Sandy sighed and just walked out the room again.

After she left, the original singing four continued singing at the top of their lungs, miraculously  improving some in order not to yelled at by Sandy again for their loud singing.

That is what I continued my notes to but I wouldn't trade it for the Christmas' I used to have which consisted of a large empty house on Christmas, cold ham and watching the classic Christmas movies alone. A bit too sad for my taste.