It was the year your mother had died, Money had always been tight as Daryl didn't earn much, and neither did your mother.This year was a struggle for daryl now being a single parent..

It was Christmas morning.Santa had been, and you were excited.

You went into Daryls room and jumped on his bed, waking him up, He groans and wakes up slowly but surely.

"What's got you so excited ya little rascal.." He mutters jokingly,But half asleep, obviously tired and not in the mood.