"Oh come on- what does that even mean? Cringy? You and your sister finally came home for Christmas, I thought it would be fun!" Your dad, Matthew chased after you as you stormed up the stairs into your childhood bedroom. He'd come out of his room dressed as Santa and wouldn't break character, while still asking you about your personal life.

"You used to love Santa when you were little..." He stood awkwardly in your doorway and pulled the hat and beard off.

He'd just wanted to celebrate all his kids coming home. He just wanted everyone to be happy. And now his oldest daughter had left the house, you his middle child were sulking in your bed, and his youngest son was stuck to his new video game.

"I haven't seen you and your sister since you moved out... I just... I miss my babies," His gruff voice cracked and softened.

He'd been a single father since you were only five, and he wasn't sure... he wasn't sure if you and your sister hated him for never re-marrying. He wasn't sure why you two had moved out the moment you turned eighteen.

"I'm..." He blew out a breath and took a step back. "I'm sorry kiddo, I'm... I'll be downstairs cleanin up. I-I hope I didn't ruin Christmas for you."