George stormed into his parent's bedroom, screaming with excitement. Sheldon lifted his head in confusion as his son was now climbing onto the bed. He started jumping up and down shouting.

"It's Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas buddy. But please, get off the bed." Sheldon sighed, whilst rubbing his eyes.

Amy slid her way out of bed and opened up the blind, to find a Christmas surprise. The houses across the street, covered in a thin white blanket of snow.

"Sheldon, come have a look at this." She mumbled

Sheldon walked over the window. His jaw dropped in astonishment. He rubbed his eyes and looked again.

"Look, Georgie, it's snowed!" He called.

George ran over and jumped, looking out.

"Can we play out there later?" He asked.

"Sure. Let's go get Luke and Avery."

He slid down the small hallway, past his bedroom and stopped outside his sibling's room. Sheldon carefully pushed the door open far enough for them all to squeeze through. George tip-toed over to his brother's crib, peering through the large gaps. Amy turned on the light as both infants lifted their heads.

"Merry Christmas!" George shouted.

"Sheldon, you okay?" She asked, noticing that Sheldon was acting distant.

"Yeah, Just this reminds me of Christmas morning when I was younger..."

1989:

"Sheldon... Sheldon..." Missy whispered, waving her hand in her brother's face.

He turned his head backwards and forward. Swatting away her hand. George ran into the bedroom, causing Sheldon to poke his head up and hit Missy's elbow.

"C'mon sleepy heads, it's Christmas, get out of bed!" He shouted, slamming the door on his way out.

Sheldon stepped out of bed, grabbing his dark blue robe.

He walked out of the bathroom, rubbing his eyes. Missy dragged him into the living room. Her eyes lighting up with all the gifts.

"Look, Santa came!" She screamed.

"Oh please. Missy, you're nine years old. You can't still possibly believe that Santa is real. It's just a lie that mom and dad came up to stop you from being a pain in the, please mind my language, lower backside." He complained.

"Sheldon!" His father sighed giving him the large eyes he always dreaded. He then immediately covered his mouth with his hand.

They all sat down in the tiny living room, opening the presents. Sheldon rolling his eyes at every single one he didn't ask for. His mother then took him, Missy and George, into the kitchen where three more lay on the table.

"You didn't get your ones from your MeeMaw." She smiled as they all darted to the table.

Sheldon tore open the paper to find a signed picture of his favourite TV host, Professor Proton. He happily screamed out, almost dropping the image.

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"Sheldon?" Amy asked waving her hand in front of his face.

"Yeah, what?" He asked, looking away from the wall.

"Why were you staring at the wall?" She asked

"Long story."

"And you're not going to tell it. That wall had some emotional connection with you." She laughed pulling her young daughter out of her crib and walking out of the room.

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