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This time comes around every year.

I will never get used to Christmases without my sister, Della for sure.

I sing Christmas carols and 'deck the halls' with tons of Christmas decorations, but it's all just a mask to hide how I'm truly feeling.

I find Dewey shut in his room praying that Della would come back every Christmas, but it's just not meant to be.

Huey had never believed in Santa Clause and he always made sure to write me a special letter thanking me every year before I finally let him setup Christmas morning presents with me.

Dewey is the one that helps me with all the Christmas treats.

We would always end up putting more frosting on ourselves than the treats, but all the laughs and hugs from our special time never added up to the times I had with Della.

Louie thought the whole Santa thing was a great way to force people to give him presents.

Louie pilled up his list and pretended he still believed and that he'd be heartbroken if 'Santa' didn't bring him all his gifts he wanted.

Somehow every year, more money ended up in my Christmas savings for their 'Santa' gifts.

Louie seemed to be gone more as it got closer to the holidays each year until I found him out selling hot chocolate on the roads.

His love for money has made it easier for me to not have to worry about him ever ending up like me.

Huey and Dewey yell and complain to their brother about always being gone, but I know the truth.

Louie normally got so much stress out on him during the holidays from his brothers, that he ended up staying with me until his brothers were asleep and then going to their room.

Although Huey was upset, he would always take time to read a Christmas story to his brothers every night.

On Christmas Eve, Huey would read of the famous Christmas that made up a Christmas in the first place.

On Christmas Day, Huey would read something a little different.

He would read the Easter story of Jesus Christ's death and resurrection.

Louie would always argue that he wanted to read and that he knew the stories more in depth.

I let Louie talk for a while about what he knows most Christmases, but Huey always gets clearly aggravated that he can't just read.

The triplets never exactly fought, Huey just got angered too quickly, Dewey was and is still completely reckless, and Louie is just emotional and stressed in general for no exact reason sometimes.

On Christmas Eve, we all exchanged small gifts since that's all we could afford.

We'd gather in a circle and I would play different instruments and we sang.

Dewey would sing 'The Twelve Days Of Christmas' just to annoy Louie and Huey would stop Louie from taking the whole container of pills for his headache and to attempt to drown Dewey out.

We'd all sing one certain song together...even if Louie claimed he couldn't sing it as loud as the rest of us since it was too high.

High songs had never bothered Dewey, (despite him not being able to sing super high) so he normally got to start the song.

After the small gift exchange and the singing, we'd all eat Christmas cookies and leave some for Santa which everyone knew Dewey ate in the middle of the night with an apology note left beside the cookies for Santa.

It was those simple Christmases that made me feel joyful.

The happy smiles and laughter lighting up the night made it ok that we couldn't afford fancy decorations like the rest of everyone.

When we moved to the manor, Huey critiqued every decoration, Dewey stayed locked in a room or bugging Louie with the same song and even getting Launchpad to play it to hide his feelings, Louie was still completely annoyed and snuck off a lot even thought we didn't need it anymore, and I tried to be jolly as my small Christmas was traded for the huge, extravagant one.

I just feel guilty about all the families on the streets when I know I never asked for this in the first place.

I never asked to be kicked out of the manor only to live in it again someday.

I never asked for Della's triplets that ended up meaning more than all the Christmas presents in the world to me.

I wish I never asked my sister to leave.

A/N Hey y'all! Don't worry. This is the last day of deep thoughts or whatever. Unless y'all might want one with Duckworth. I sorta have a plan for him though. I can include it for sure in his, but I just don't know yet. So tomorrow we get to start the mystery section of this book and I'm SUPER excited! It's really fun to think about and write! I just realized I could have kept that with a different book and this one with the deep thoughts...please comment what y'all think. Reviews are very much appreciated. Thanks for reading!