It was always normal for your dad to be gone around the holiday. And the normal days. He just wasn't home as often, especially not as you've gotten older. You could take care of yourself and have been for the past few years. Though he always tried to made up for it whenever he got back from missions, it still wasn't the same, yet it was normal by now.

You woke up Christmas morning. To you, it was really just any other day. But as you walked downstairs, heading for the kitchen to get breakfast, your heart skipped a beat at what you saw. In the living room was Christmas decorations, a tree, tons of presents stocked underneath it. None of this was here last night.

"Ho, ho, ho." You heard a somewhat familiar from the doorway.