It was a normal day in the Price house hold. The warmth of the furnace making the cold winter day much more bearable. You took off work early to arrive at home to a calming atmosphere with nothing stirring around in the silence, not even a mouse. You took your time to assemble the reusable Christmas tree in the living room. You tenderly placed the ornaments on the wired branches, gingerly placed the tensile, and flicked on the light to watch the color sparkle to life. It was starting to feel more like Christmas now.

With gentle care, you hung yours, John's, and your six year old son, Michael's stocking. With in a few hours, the Price house was a cozy Christmas abode, ready for St. Nicholas himself. You were proud of what you did. It took you longer than you thought, but it was something you knew Michael loved. Even though, he has developed a little bit of attitude recently, you wanted him to have a happy Christmas. Even saving the tree topper for him to put on when he gets home.

It didn't take long for John to get home with Michael. Looking at both of them walking in, you can't help but notice how the two were a carbon copy, well minus John's facial hair. "Hey sweetheart." John said softly as he wrapped his arms around yours shoulders and kissed your forehead in greeting. You gave him a quick kiss and hugged Michael, even though he complained and gave his little attitude. John comforted you over it and went to the living room to relax after his long day.

After dinner, you, John, and Michael are in the living room relaxing. John puffed on his cigar while Michael was watching a Christmas movie. You get up and grab the angel topper with a smile and stand beside the tree asking Michael to come put it on top of the tree. Michael fixes you with a glare before answering your request. "Shut up, Mum." He snaps making both you and John stiffen. John's jaw clenches and when he got up from his chair, Michael took off running towards his room already knowing he was in big trouble. "Michael!" John's voice boomed after him.