It was a lovely and quiet night in the City of New York, the pathways and roads were covered in snow, loud and clunky cars leaving beihind tracks on the snow, as the mail man goes from door to door, to give out packages and letters. It's not a crime in sight, which is good, but less work for your Dad. And more time for you and your Mom.

The room that you all lived in was small, but it was the biggest that the grumpy Scot lady could give you all three, it may be small, but it still warms you, and makes you happy.

You sat by the small couch, excitedly waiting for your Dad to come home to come and see the cookies you help your Mom design, snowmen, gingerbread men, pine trees, the whole lot, while she was busy with the pie and other delicious meals.

You were bummed out to remember that you got to give these out to the mean neighbours of this apartment, but your Mom insists, all for the sake of the Christmas Spirit.

A soft rustle came from the door, as you watch your father walked in, his hat and coat were covered in snow, hanging them up before taking off his shoes, you happily greeted him back home, in which he naturally gave you a smile and a nice warm bear hug, carrying you in his arm as he gave your mother a kiss on her cheek.

"You ready for Christmas, Kid?" Your father asked to which you happily nodded yourhead, excited to what kinds of gifts Santa will put under the small Christmas tree.

It's been three months already since they've adopted you, once a lone child on the streets, now living happily with an adoptive mother and father, who aren't even married. Not yet, at least.