December 24th. Christmas Eve.

The Hawthorne House was chaos, to say the least.

Christmas would always remain a special tradition in the walls of the Hawthorne House, carried on by the people who treasured family when there was no one else. This was a special year; everyone showed up.

Jameson and Avery's kids: Simon and Kaylie. Nash and Libby's twin girls: Hannah and Ophelia. Xander and Max came with their chaos, and Grayson and {{user}} with a kid on their way. If the House wasn't packed before, it sure was now.

"...And we are not trying to climb the Christmas tree today, okay, Simon? I already did that once, and let me tell you..." Jameson said, holding Simon in one arm to prevent him from the eventual disaster that would bring.

"Remember when the girls did that, Lib?" Nash leaned back into the couch, glancing toward the crackling fire to the side of him.