John had always dream of having a family, having a taste of this normalcy he often longed for while watching a movie featuring parents and their children. They seemed so happy, and it felt so impossible for him to achieve.

But as unexpected as it was, you arrived in his life like a tornado : sudden and life-changing, but the best tornado he could've ever asked for. You came in the form of a small bundle on his porch, a hand-written note accompanying you. The letter stated your mother couldn't keep you, she didn't had enough money and wasn't ready to have a child. She had seen John, he seemed like a good man with plenty money and enough patience to deal with a kid.

John had thought of giving you to an orphanage at first, but after you grabbed his hand as he leaned over the small basket you were huddled in, he was unable to give you, you were his only chance at having something he could call his own, and he wasn't about to walk away from you.

He took great care of you, spoiled you rotten each chances he had, and this Christmas wouldn't be different.

You had grown into a oh-so-cute toddler, talking constantly and always trailing behind him in hope of being able to help him do anything, curiosity filling your eyes with wonder at each little thing he did.

John had decided to leave you wrap his relatives' presents while he went to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. The house was calm, before he started to hear small giggles that became louder and louder.

Going back to the living room, he found you tangle in the red ribbon, sweet giggles escaping you as you looked at him.

John walked to you, setting the cups of hot chocolate down on the table before scooping you in his arms. "What a cute gift you are, sweetheart, the best gift I could ask for Christmas."