"Beep, beep, beep, beep," came the shrill sound of Hanna's alarm clock which she had forgotten to unset from the morning before. She groaned as she reached her arm out from under the warm covers to turn it off, after which she curled back up on her side. Shortly afterwards a warm arm wrapped around her waist,

"Morning," Caleb whispered in her ear, Hanna turned into him taking in his familiar scent,

"Mmm morning," she replied and they lay that way together, Caleb holding Hanna protectively in his arms until,

"Wake up, wake up, wake up," yelled their 5 year old daughter Roxanne as she ran into their room and began jumping on their bed, shortly followed by Kyle, their 7 year old son, who stood in the doorway and shouted,

"It's ," like the popular festive hit.

"Okay Roxy we're awake," Hanna said watching her excited daughter still jumping up and down,

"Come here you," Caleb said sitting up and pulling Roxy in a heap on the bed tickling her. Kyle walked in from the doorway,

"Ha-ha dad got you," he teased Roxy, but he came too close and Caleb grabbed him around the waist too.

"No!" Kyle screeched wiggling away to Hanna's side of the bed, but Hanna grabbed him in a bear hug,

"Ah but now your gonna get wet sloppy mummy kisses," she said kissing his cheek. Kyle laughed,

"Mum, stop it," he said still laughing,

"So who wants to go downstairs and see what Santa bought for them?" Caleb asked,

"I do! I do!" Shouted both children, scrambling off the bed, running out of the room and down the stairs, Hanna and Caleb followed in their dressing gowns.

At the bottom of the stairs Caleb stopped Hanna and kissed her passionately,

"Merry Christmas," she whispered,

"Merry Christmas," Caleb whispered back, kissing her again,

"Come on!" Called Roxy from the living room where she and Kyle were waiting for their parents in order to open their presents.

30 minutes later and a very happy Roxy and Kyle sat in the living room playing with their new toys, while a dressed and ready Hanna was in the kitchen putting the turkey in the oven, as she closed the oven door Caleb descended the stairs, also ready and joined her in the kitchen.

"What can I do?" He asked rubbing his hands together,

"You can get your kids out of the living room and back upstairs to get ready," a stressing Hanna replied as she collected a variety of vegetables from the refrigerator. Caleb laughed,
"So they're my kids this morning and not ours?" He asked, Hanna didn't laugh,

"I've asked them enough times," she told him,

"I have enough to do today," she added. Just then the doorbell rang,

"Mum's here, thank god," Hanna cried rushing for the door, as did her children. Kyle reached the door first opening it,

"Grandma Ashley," he beamed. Ashley bent down to give her grandson a hug,

"Happy Christmas Kyle," she greeted him,

"Happy Christmas," Kyle replied politely.

"Me too," Roxy called hugging Ashley too,

"Yes Roxy, you too," Ashley agreed.

Once the children were done they pulled her towards the living room,

"Come see what Santa got us," Roxy said pulling on Ashley's arm,

"In a moment sweetheart," she replied turning to her daughter,

"Merry Christmas my darling," she greeted her, pulling her into a hug,

"Merry Christmas mum," Hanna replied. Ashley turned to Caleb,

"Merry Christmas Ash," he greeted her as she hugged him too.

"Merry Christmas," she replied,

"Presents in the trunk?" He asked as she handed him the keys to her car, she nodded,

"Usual routine, I'll distract while you stash," Ashley laughed taking the children into the living room while Caleb got the presents from the car and hid them under the stairs.

A Christmas tradition.