"We'll be right in." John said. "Can you get those boxes Dean and take them inside?"
John folded up the ladder and put it in the shed.
"John are you coming?" Mary called from the back stoop.
"I'm coming honey." John replied making his way towards the house. He could smell the delicious aromas of their evening meal. Mary had always been a good cook.
"Whats for dinner tonight?" he asked as he entered the dining room.
"Chicken!" Dean said, waving a drumstick around.
"Dean." Mary childed. "Don't play with your food."
"Sorry." Dean mumbled, taking another bite out of his food.
"Smells great." John said as he sat down next to Mary. "And tastes just as good." he said after taking a bite.
Mary just smiled as she cut her food.
The finished their meal and John cleared away the plates as Mary lead Dean up to his bedroom. Dean dressed in his pyjamas and jumped into bed. Dean was excited about Christmas, as any little 4 year old boy would be, let alone any child. He dearly wanted a little truck, Mary had seen the letters to Santa that Dean had attempted. Although he wrote them out in squished handwriting the concept was there. She pulled the covers up to Deans chin and kissed him on the forehead.
"Night baby bear." Mary said smiling down at her beautiful child.
"Night Mama bear." Dean replied snuggling down into the covers.
Mary closed Dean's door halfway and headed down the hallway to Sam's nursery. He was sleeping soundly. John was coming down the hallway to check on Sam as well.
"Still sleeping?" John asked standing next to Mary.
"Of course and hopefully he'll sleep through the night." Mary replied.
John looked proudly at his baby son, "We're so lucky to have two beautiful children."
"Yes, we are. We must be blessed." Mary replied.
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Dean woke early on Christmas morning. He jumped out of bed and ran down to the living room. He could see his parents crouched in front of a colourfully decorated Christmas tree, holding baby Sam.
"Merry Christmas!" The shouted in unison.
Dean was beaming.
"This one's for you." Mary said passing Dean a rectangular shaped gift.
He quickly tore off the wrapping and discovered his desired Christmas present. A truck. His eyes lit up as if it were... well... Christmas.
"Looks like Santa knew what you wanted little man." John said.
Dean's hands were feverishly working to open the box.
"Get Daddy to help you open it Dean."
"Daddy please help." Dean said pushing the box towards his father.