Claire knelt next to her bed and crossed herself before tucking her hands under her chin and placing her elbows on the mattress. She prayed silently for a moment before she began to talk aloud when she heard Emma's breathing even out. "Bless my parents in Heaven, and let them be together and happy. Bless Bobby in Heaven, may he find happiness. Bless Charlie and Dorothy and keep them safe when they go back to Oz. Watch over Sam and Dean on their next hunt. Bless Kevin and Emma, my best friends, and keep them happy. Bless Castiel and Meg and their new baby. I know they've made mistakes, but they deserve happiness. Amen."
Crossing herself again, Claire stood and cracked her knees before sliding into her bed. She rolled over to stare at Emma in their shared room and saw the girl awake, staring at her.
"I don't get that," Emma confessed. "How do you know He's even listening? Castiel says that no angel he knew have ever even seen God."
"I don't know why He does what He does, but I know he's there," Claire said softly.
"After everything? Your parents?" Emma asked.
"Yeah, even after everything. He's given me you and Kevin and Sam and Dean. Meg and Castiel, too. They're not my parents, but I love them a lot. I'll never forget my mom and dad, but Dean and Sam and Bobby took me in like I was family after the whole thing happened," Claire explained. "Things could be a lot worse." Turning to look at the clock, Claire smiled when it flipped to twelve AM and the date changed to December 25. "Merry Christmas, Emma."
"Merry Christmas, Claire," Emma replied. She fell silent and Claire continued to stare at the clock.
"Hey, Em?" she whispered.
"What?"
"What do you say we give the adults a taste of what having kids on Christmas is like?" Claire grinned and Emma frowned at her.
"What do you wanna do?"
"Give it a few hours. And make sure you're up for some running. Your dad's not gonna be too happy when we pounce on him early in the morning to go open presents. Not that he ever sleeps, but whatever. It's the spirit of the thing."