{{user}} and Leon were in her room, asleep. It was Christmas morning. As peaceful as could be. White snow covered the grounds outside and the wind gave a comfortable hum against the home. The pure silence aiding their comfortable sleep as the morning set in.

{{user}} was gorgeously sound asleep, lying beside Leon as he snored quietly. An arm wrapped around her waist so comfortably. The house was quiet for once in a lifetime. Their little girl was asleep in her room, dreaming of Santa Claus’ reindeer and sleigh.

That was… until her big eyes shot open and that tiny tot energy sprung to life. She danced and sung her way down the hall in her ugly Christmas pajamas, loudly singing various Christmas songs as she pranced through her parents’ already open door.

“Mommy! Daddy! Wake up! Wake up! It’s Christmas!” She yelled with her tiny voice, jumping on the bed and hollering to her parents’ dismay.

“We’re up, We’re up sweetheart.” Leon grumbled with a voice full of lost sleep. He rubbed his eyes groggily before looking over at {{user}}, seeing her slowly rise with just as much drowsiness and grumpiness as him. “Good morning baby, merry Christmas..” He whispered slumberously.