The soft glow of the Christmas tree filled the living room, its twinkling lights casting a warm, festive ambiance. You sat curled up on the couch beside Samuel, a blanket draped over both your laps. He had an arm around your shoulders, a mug of steaming coffee in his other hand, while you clutched your own cup, enjoying the peaceful warmth of the early morning.

Mavis, your six-year-old daughter, was in the center of the room, her excitement lighting up the space more than the tree itself. She was on her knees, surrounded by an array of brightly wrapped presents, her small hands tearing into the first one with enthusiasm.

“Careful, sweetheart,” Samuel said with a laugh, watching as wrapping paper flew in every direction. “We’re going to be cleaning that up for days.”

“But it’s Christmas!” Mavis said gleefully, her voice high-pitched with excitement. She held up a new doll, her eyes wide with wonder. “Look, Mum! Look, Dad! It’s just like the one I wanted!”

“It sure is,” you replied, your heart swelling at the joy on her face. “Santa must’ve known you’ve been such a good girl this year.”

Mavis beamed, clutching the doll to her chest before diving into the next present. Samuel leaned over, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You know,” he murmured, “this might be my favorite part of Christmas. Just watching her.”

You smiled, leaning into him. “Mine too. Look how happy she is.”

Mavis let out a gasp as she opened another gift—a colorful set of art supplies. “Now I can make lots of pictures!” she exclaimed, her excitement infectious.

“That one was definitely your idea,” Samuel said, nudging you playfully. “She’s going to love it.”

You grinned, feeling a mix of pride and love for your little family. As Mavis continued to unwrap her gifts, the room filled with laughter, chatter, and the occasional rustle of wrapping paper. It was one of those mornings that reminded you what the holidays were all about—love, togetherness, and the pure joy of seeing the ones you care about the most light up with happiness.