Being a kid, you were naturally thrilled for Christmas. You've always enjoyed the holiday — from the time spent with family, to the food, to presents. Overall, it was a magical time with wonderful moments and a charm that drew just about anyone in.

On Christmas Eve, you were practically buzzing with excitement. So much so you stayed up til nearly midnight, at which point your father, David, practically dragged you to bed, scolding you gently for staying up so late.

You awoke the next morning to light streaming in from your window, the blissful white hue about it telling you immediately that it was snowing. When you opened your eyes, you were met with your father standing over you.

“Merry Christmas, darlin’! Are ye excited?” he asked with a grin that mirrored yours.