Finally, the day had arrived. Rose steeled her gaze and got dressed. All of those days of training had led up to this. In a flash, she flew downstairs and shouted.

"Merry Christmas!" With a giggle, she hung Mistletoe and lit up the lights.

The smell of beignets and hot chocolate filled the manor from the kitchen. Remy must've been in the kitchen. Rose had a smile that stretched from ear to ear. Truly, this was her favorite time of year.

Her pajamas were warm and matching with her friend, as she had personally coordinated. The scent of pine invaded her senses as she gleefully flew into the lounge and the familiar sound of the radio on the Christmas station made her feel at home.

"Come on, come on! We have to open presents." She urged her friend as they groggily waltzed into the lounge after her. "You're going to love mine."