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A little five year old Rapunzel quietly tiptoes out of her bedroom and down the stairs, hoping to not make a sound. It was 5AM and she knew she should still be in bed but she really was too excited for Christmas. Rapunzel loved Christmas. She loved getting a present, she loved making presents for Mother and Pascal, she loved eating hazelnut soup every year for dinner. Despite it being Christmas, the tower does not have any decorations. There was no way to get a tree into the tower . Gothel mainly used the holiday as a way to blackmail Rapunzel into behaving by telling her that if she's a good girl then she would get a present. Of course there was no talk of Santa Clause, Gothel thought that the idea of a jolly man who gave presents to little kids would give Rapunzel too much false hope for the real world.
Rapunzel peeked out the window to see snow lightly falling from the sky. Pascal who had been riding on her shoulder, sticks out his tongue to catch some snowflakes. Rapunzel tries to catch snowflakes but her tiny tongue is too short.
"What does it taste like Pascal?" Rapunzel asks. Pascal simply shrugs at her.
Rapunzel grabs a handful of cold snow from the windowsill and she gives it a lick. "Doesn't really taste like anything, does it?" Rapunzel sighs, quite disappointed. She stares out at the falling snow dreamily before turning to Pascal.
"Oooh, I got you a present. I have to go get it" Rapunzel places Pascal down on the floor and she runs back to her room. She returns with a tiny blue hat made out of paper.
"Taduh!" Rapunzel exclaims as she places the hat on Pascal's head. She hopes that her excitement did not wake mother. "Merry Christmas Pascal. Do you like it?" Pascal nods and the hat falls over his eyes which makes Rapunzel giggle. She takes Pascal over to the fireplace where her vivid imagination imagines a fire is roaring. Finally, at 6 o'clock Mother Gothel awakes and is surprised to see Rapunzel snuggled by the fireplace.
"My Flower, why are you awake so early?" Gothel asks.
"Sorry, mother. I was just too excited to sleep" Rapunzel mumbles.
"Rapunzel, stop the mumbling"
"Sorry mother I won't do it again" Rapunzel says shyly, "Anyway, I think I was a good girl all year, so do I get a present?"
"Maybe you will, that is if you will sing for me" Gothel says.
"Oh yes Mother!" Rapunzel says excitedly. She sits down on her stool by the fireplace, ready for her long blonde locks to be brushed. After singing, Rapunzel looks up at Gothel with her big hopeful green eyes.
"I guess you have earned your present" Gothel says, she disappears into her bedroom and returns with a golden coloured hairbrush in one hand and a ragdoll in the other. "Merry Christmas flower"
"Oh Mother, thank you! I'm going to name my new doll Lily!" Rapunzel jumps up and down, "Ooh and I got you a present too" Rapunzel pulls a macaroni necklace out from her pocket.
"Thank you flower, this is beautiful. I love you" Gothel says.
"I love you more" Rapunzel smiles.
Little five year old Eugene is awaken by a shiver running down his spine. Even on Christmas the headmistresses would not warm the place up with an extra log on the fire. He looks over at the tiny Christmas tree in the corner of the room and sees the presents gathered underneath it. He wraps the blanket around his shoulders and quietly tiptoes to the tree to look for his present. Sure enough he finds a box wrapped with a green bow on it and a tag reading "To: Eugene. From: Santa" He smiles at the acknowledgment that he was good enough all year that Santa left him more than a lump of coal. That smile fades quickly when he realizes that the thing he wants more than anything else in the world cannot possibly be in that box. A family. He wants a mom to give him warm hugs and a dad to give him piggy back rides like he sees the families doing when he watches from the window. All he wants is two people who love him. He hears the clicking of one of the headmistress' shoes so he gives his present a quick shake to see if he can figure out what it is, then he jumps back into bed with his blanket pulled over his head. Surprisingly he drifts back to sleep and isn't awoken again until his friend Joe jumps on his bed.
"Wake up Eugene! It's Christmas! Santa's been here!" Joe exclaims. Eugene peeks his two brown eyes out from under the covers. "We have to check our stockings!" Joe pulls Eugene out of bed. Their stockings are simply just socks hanging at the end of their beds. Each stocking has a red and white striped candy cane sticking out of it. Eugene pops his candy cane right into his mouth, candy canes are his favourite. The candy cane eating doesn't last long before one of the headmistresses comes up behind him and pulls the candy cane right out of his mouth.
"Hey lady, get your own candy cane. This is mine! Santa gave it to me!" Eugene crosses his arms over his chest.
"Eugene, no treats breakfast or you won't eat" the headmistress puts the candy cane back in Eugene's stocking.
"Great, now there will be sock fluff all over my delicious candy cane" Eugene thinks to himself.
"Miss, can we open our presents?" Joe asks.
"You must eat your breakfast first before it gets cold" the headmistress demands. Their breakfast still is cold. But at least their breakfast is a little more tasty than normal. Instead of cold, bland oatmeal they have cold eggs. Eugene would still rather just eat his candy cane instead.
When breakfast is done, the kids rush full speed to the Christmas tree for their presents. Eugene is surprised when he opens the present to find that he didn't get a toy like his friends did, but a book. A book with a blue cover and gold writing on the front that read "The Tales of Flynnigan Rider". Eugene sits cross legged on his bed reading his new book until dinner time, he gets so into the book that he has to be dragged to dinner. The dinner for the kids consists basically of the left over scraps from the headmistress' dinner. Oh course, it's cold. While playing around with his mashed potatoes Eugene can't help but think what it would be like if he were eating dinner with his very own family, maybe next year.