Hey guys! I know it's been ages since I last wrote anything, but since Christmas is approaching, I decided to write a Sims 3 Christmas themed story. It's not really completely Sims 3 based, but does have elements of the game in it.

Anyway, enough with my rambling. Hope you enjoy!

ROSIE

Just what exactly happened to people during Christmas time?

Seriously, was this her mother's idea of an (extremely non-amusing) practical joke?

Rosie stared moodily out of the window of the spare bedroom at her aunt and uncle's house, watching the snow drift past her window. It wasn't her fault that her whole mad family – her mum, dad, and annoying nine-year old twin brothers Tim and Ben – had unanimously decided that, this Christmas, they ought to go somewhere FUN. And here they were, stuck in the middle of Twinbrook, with nobody else her age around, and with nothing to do.

How utterly fab.

Of course, they didn't ask Rosie's permission. In fact, a week ago, when Rosie was curled up on the sofa watching TV, her mother had drifted into the room and casually announced, "Darling, for Christmas this year, Aunt Minty and Uncle Bruce have invited us to Twinbrook. Won't that be lovely to spend time with them, and be in a different place for Christmas this year?"

Rosie glanced up at her mother, shocked. "What? We're not staying here?"

Her mother's smile faded. "Of course not. Your dad and I were very pleased to accept the invitation. It was very kind of them to invite us."

Rosie opened her mouth to protest, but knew better than to try and argue. Once her mum used that tone of voice, it was the cue for her to shut up and accept the inevitable, thank you.

But…she liked it here. In Bridgeport, where her home and her friends were. They owned a modern, spacious house only a short drive away from the city, which was perfect for get-togethers with her friends. And at Christmas time, the place was simply magical. Shop windows would be lit up, showing mini displays of decorations, carousels and little toys, fascinating passers-by. The air would smell of freshly roasted hazelnuts, new wrapping paper and chocolate. Tinsel and holly were all over the place, not to mention the displays of large trees in the park and along the streets.

It was simple enough. Rosie liked it here.

So, this morning, they had packed the car and driven for an hour or so to get to Twinbrook. And now here they were, holed up in Minty and Bruce's house for several more days before Rosie could finally escape.

"Well, look who it is!" Her uncle's booming, cheery voice snapped Rosie out of her reviere. "Our little Ro-Ro is all grown up. Give us a hug, poppet."

Rosie made herself smile, and went to hug him. "Hello, Uncle Bruce."

"All settled in nicely?" Her uncle cast a glance around the plain room, brightened up by the vase of sunflowers on the desk and the purple and dilver duvet on the bed. "Your two brothers are wrecking havoc downstairs helping Minty make cookies." He chuckled and looked at her hopefully. "You want to give them a hand?"

No, actually, I'd rather cut my fingers off with a pair of scissors, she thought.

"Okay." She sighed, and followed her uncle downstairs into the kitchen.

MADGE

There was nothing worse than spending the whole of Christmas knowing full well that there was no danger of ever seeing your father again for the whole holiday.

Madge shut the lid of the living room computer and looked around the room, feeling ten times worse about the email that she was (thinking about) sending to her dad. What had started off as a, 'Dear Dad, hope you have a great Christmas' friendly email had quickly turned into a letter begging him to abandon his new girlfriend and come home.

As if that would ever happen.

A loud snuffling sound made Madge start. Her grandma, who passed most of her days sleeping peacefully in the old green and white armchair in the corner of the living room, sleepily opened her eyes.

"Oh hello, dear." Her grandma, a think woman with short white hair and a taste for knitted beige cardigans, slowly focused on Madge. "How long have I been asleep for?"

Madge brushed her long brown hair away from her face and checked her watch. "Since eleven. It's now half past twelve."

"Oh." The old woman considered this before smiling at Madge. "Amd what have you been doing?"

"Sending an email to my dad." Madge said, her voice quiet. Even though I know he'd much rather spend time with his new family in Sunset-friggin'-Valley because they're so much nicer than we are, she added silently.

"Lovely." Her grandma paused for thought. "Who's gone mad?"

Madge sighed inwardly. Everyone who knew her grandmother could agree that she was hopelessly forgetful and extremely absent-minded. Though she loved her grandma dearly, she wished at the same time that her mother was around more often to help out. Madge's mum had spent most of the holidays working in the consignment store to earn enough Simoleons to support the three of them. The amount her dad sent through each month helped a little, but not much.

"I'll make some tea for you, Granny." Madge headed into the kitchen and waited for the kettle to boil. Though small, their house was warm and cosy, with a small fire crackled merrily away in the living room fireplace. In Madge's bedroom, it was pine flooring and colourful knitted blankets all round. Though she liked being in Twinbrook during the holidays, she wished that there was someone more her age to hang round with. All her friends had gone away with their families on holiday. No doubt that she, her mother and even her grandma might have gone somewhere too, had they been able to afford a holiday.

As she poured the tea, she caught sight of her mother's To Do list stuck on the pinboard. Teach art classes at the school, do the laundry…do the groceries. Oh for Watcher's sake. That was something that Madge constantly 'forgot' to do. She sighed. Better get it done before her mother came home.

"Granny? I made some tea for you." Her grandma's face lit up at the sight of the cup and saucer.

"Ooh, how lovely. Thank you, dear." She carefully took the tea from Madge and said no more, seeming to abruptly forget that she was in the room. Or even existed.

Madge watched her, feeling hollow. It wasn't her granny's fault that she had a very short-term memory, but Madge wished that she would remember her name every once in a while.

Trying to blink away the tears that were forming in her eyes, Madge grabbed the grocery list and accompanying $50 note from its usual space on the pinboard and stomped outside, slamming the door loudly behind her.

Hope you enjoyed! Next chapter will be up very soon!

Also, I took a bit of inspiration from The Princess and The Pauper (the Barbie film version, in case you were wondering).