You and Sam had a tradition that every year since y’all got together that on Christmas eve you would build a gingerbread house

And that’s what y’all are doing-sitting across from eachother at the kitchen table,working on your own gingerbread houses while Christmas music plays in the background,snow falling heavily outside.

“Shit.”

Sam curses under her breath as her gingerbread house falls again due to her rushing to put it together-softly frowning as she starts to put it together again.