"Shh... Dan stop shuffling your feet." Six year old, Amy Cahill demanded her three year old brother.
"I'm too excited." Dan told her.
"Me too...now just let me unfold this." Amy fiddled with a paper clip.
"Hurry! I want to see my presents!"
"Okay, but you have to act surprised when mom and dad give them to us." Amy finished unwinding the paper clip. Sticking it in the key hole, she managed to pick the lock. Slowly she opened the door.
"Yeah!" Dan cried.
"Shh..." Amy reminded him as the door creaked open.
They peered inside and saw their parents looking back at them.
"Were you snooping again?" Arthur asked his kids.
"Yes, daddy. Dan wanted to see his presents." Amy explained.
"Santa has your presents, darling." Hope told Dan, picking him up.
"How does Santa have his presents if I saw you..." Amy was cut off by her dads hand.
"Santa has his presents." Arthur reassured Dan. "Amy, come here."
Arthure lead his daughter to the bed, gave a her a quick spank with his hand, and hugged her. Amy sobbed into her dads stomach.
Hope quickly picked her up, having each child on her hips.
"Amy, Dan will learn when he's older." Hope said.
"Okay...but still...its lying." Amy sighed in between sobs.
"How about you guys help me make whipped cream for Christmas dessert. After all, tomorrow is Christmas." Hope suggested.
"Yes!" Amy cried, wiping up her tears.
"Whip cream." Dan shouted.
"Come on!" Hope motioned for them to follow her.
The trio ran downstairs. Amy hopped on her stool, Dan right behind on his.
"Alright, now what do I need?"
"Sugar and cream." Amy told her mom.
"That's right. Dan, get some cream. Amy, get the sugar."
Both kids scrambled to grab the ingredients. They brought them back to the counter, and the fun began.
Hope mixed the cream with sugar till it was just right. For extra sweetness she added a bit more sugar. Once she finished, each kid got a beater to lick.
"Mm...yummy whipped cream." Amy said, in between licks.
"Yeah, yum yum." Dan told his mom.
"Good. We'll take this to Graces tomorrow." Hope told them.
The knife slid into the chicken. All the kids cheered. The cutting off the chicken was their favorite part, after presents. Uncle Alistair cut some chicken for each kid, before serving the adults.
The kids gulped their chicken down, before asking for seconds. This chicken was cooked by Grace, as like every year. Every year Grace made it just as juicy and rich in flavor. It was Amy and Dan's favorite meal of the year.
After everyone ate all the chicken they wanted, Alistair cut the rest to be sent home with each family.
Once dinner was done, Grace washed and put the special Cahill knife back in its cabinet. There it was safely stored for next year on Thanksgiving.
Amy and Dan bundled up in the backseat for the car ride home. They had enjoyed seeing all their cousins and relatives. Especially Grace. Just like after every Christmas, the two fell asleep remembering everything that had happened the week before and on Christmas. This year, it included a troublesome snooping with a paper clip, making whipped cream, and watching the chicken be cut by the special Cahill knife.
This sure was a Christmas to remember.
Well, I don't do Christmas, but maybe this is accurate? Also, Entincelle, since I had a hard time with this, could I just judge? Have it be a contest, maybe?
If Entincelle does let me do that...I'll judge for each week maybe, choosing the one showing best spirit, best family love, best get together.
Entincelle what do you think?
Anyway please review!