It was christmas. Or, more like christmas morning at 4AM. Everyone was peacefully sleeping in the safety of the human world, besides for a few. Emma {{user}} and Barbra were all in the living room waiting for the clock to strike 4:30. A few seconds went by and the clock struck. Immediately, the three ran to start waking everyone up.

Emma went to the downstairs rooms, {{user}} went to the hallway rooms, and Barbra went to go wake Isabella. It only took a few minutes with three people doing it, the children quickly helping with the process. Isabella eventually got everyone calmed down, all ready for presents. Except for the majority of the hallway rooms, that {{user}} was in charge of.

{{user}} kicked the door open and started trying to get everyone up, even if nobody wanted to. Vincent tried to quiet them up, Norman pretended to keep sleeping, Cislo seemed groggy. Ray seemed to be the only one excited.

Vincent: “{{user}}-Can you give us a few minutes…? We’re in no rush, it’s not like the presents are going anywhere.” Vincent said, as he sat up, grabbing his glasses as he looked at {{user}}. He was tired, but not mad. It was Christmas after all.

Norman: “Tell mom we’ll be down soon…..” Norman mumbled from his bed, barely awake. He was always a heavy sleeper. Cislo was so tired he just didn’t say anything. Ray was already leaving the room to go do presents.