"It's Christmas!" Nessie screamed from the end of the hallway, standing in the doorway of her bedroom. Edward and Bella were already waiting on the staircase for her. She darted down to them, wrapping them both in a hug.

"So…are we gonna go downstairs?" Bella asked. Nessie gave her a look, as if to say "of course we are, are you crazy?" I was quite excited myself, actually. Bella, Edward, Rose, Emmett, Jasper, and I still got gifts on Christmas morning too. I knew Esme had been to fashion week in the fall for me, getting the newest and most expensive. Seeing those gifts always gives me a sort of rush—I get all excited. This year especially, I knew there would be a mountain surrounding the tall evergreen. Nessie squealed quietly in anticipation. When we all got downstairs, Carlisle and Esme were waiting by the front door. They gestured to the living room, which we all poured into.

There was, quite literally, a mountain of gifts. Some big, some small, all well wrapped, somehow. The ten stockings by the fireplace were all filled to the very tops, even the matching gold velvet ones belonging to Carlisle and Esme. I scanned the mounds, looking at the tags to see which were mine. They were all addressed "from Santa, to....one of us", since Nessie still totally believes. Some gifts had the same wrapping paper, but for the most part, there were many different varieties of paper and bags. Closest to the tree were the gifts to each other.

"Alright…we can start sorting now!" Esme called. The "sorting of the gifts" is kind of a tradition. Considering the high number of gifts, and people…I immediately started looking for ones with my name. I found three at my feet to start, before climbing under the tallest peak to find four more. I don't know why, I just felt like diving into a pile of potentially breakable presents…

When we had finished, Nessie opened the first gift. A little piano! Edward probably hopes she'll start playing. Nessie loved it, and starting playing immediately…although I hate to say she…might need some lessons. I opened all of my gifts relatively quickly. All the Marc Jacobs, Nanette Lapore, Manolo Blahnik, and Black Label stuff were my favorites, and the hot tub, which Carlisle and Esme got for all of us. We all waited when we got to the gift every one of us had left for last—in my case, Jasper's gift. The guys all opened theirs first, and they loved them. I was proud of the monogrammed Dior sweater I had gotten him, but, of course, what they had for us put our presents for them to shame. Bella, Rose, Esme, and I sat in a row, in front of the tree, wanting to see our gifts, but at the same time wanting to make the moment last. Bella opened hers first, and let loose a shrill scream of joy. Since we had moved, they didn't really have a place to go alone. Edward had gotten her a house in Aspen to replace the cottage. It kind of made me happy and scared. Happy, because I knew that whatever Jasper got me would be great, and scared, because I knew it would be much better than what I got him…

Rose opened hers next. It was a key, with a note, and a picture. Rose lept up, running over to Emmett and kissing him enthusiastically, giving me a chance to sneak a look at what ever the was. The note, printed on white cardstock, said "to your jet" the picture had a silver plane, with large pink dots down the sides. My excitement was almost unmanageable at that point.

Esme never "loses her cool" but when she opened the little gold envelope she made a sound somewhere between a scream and a gasp. I would've done the same of course, if given two tickets for a private cruise through the Caribbean. Then I couldn't hold my excitement any more. Renesmee obviously knew what I was getting, she smiled broadly, biting her lip to keep from making a sound when I went to open the large box. I tore off the silver striped paper to find cardboard. Inside was a letter, on top of another cardboard box. I read the note aloud, written in his neat script.

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Alice,

Merry Christmas! I cannot give you anything that would truly show how much I love you, but in your case, this really is the closest I can come. Winter fashion week in January. Paris, just the two of us. The Coco Chanel prestige suite at the Ritz. Somehow, I managed to get tickets to your favorite designers. And of course, somebody as beautiful as you needs something beautiful to wear…thank your favorite human for this. I got Marc Jacobs to design it for you.

Love,

Jazz

Of course, reading the end, I ripped open the cardboard, and lifted it out. The rose colored dress was slim fitting, trimmed with black lace. I knew the top would rest perfectly on my shoulders. I say this every year, but this was my best Christmas yet…I loved all the gifts, except for the robotic panda Bella and Edward got Emmett…

He now has an extremely unhealthy obsession with it.