So this year, the Cullens decided to celebrate the Twelve Days of Christmas.
You know where this is headed, right?
Yeah. Nobody noticed the new pear tree planted half a mile out behind the house on Christmas Day, or at least pretended not to. And on Tuesday, it wasn't completely outside the norm to hear a little dovesong in the morning. But then day 3 hit.
Esme: I could swear I just heard a chicken squawking… in the attic.
Edward: *pinches bridge of nose* *everyone looks at Emmett*
Emmett: What? It's cold outside!
And so on. Emmett had arranged for the four calling birds to literally "call," as in arrive via FedEx. Rosalie, Alice, Esme, Bella, and Renesmee found new gold rings under the Christmas tree this morning.
Esme: These are very nice, Emmett, but I don't want my house turning into a menagerie. Do you have any idea how destructive thirteen geese and swans are going to be?
Jasper: Who cares about swans? I just don't want anyone blaming me when I accidentally take a nip out of a milk maid or a dancing lady.
Carlisle: And where do you intend to get ten lords of any title? This is America.
Emmett: Is that a challenge?!
