I wake up Christmas morning, yawning loudly. My dog has jumped on my bed and licked my face until I'd woken up. "Go away Sammy," I say, gently shoving the Golden Retriever puppy. He continued to lick my face so I sat up.
The aroma of ham filled my senses and I smiled. This year had been so different from all the others- my parents had been killed in a car accident and I was traveling around with two of my best friends and their angel friend.
I dangled my legs over the bed and stood up, slipping into my pink fluffy slippers.
When I opened the bedroom door, I was greeted with chattering from the people downstairs.