The butter was in the refrigerator and the food coloring was stored in a cupboard. On the kitchen counter next to the reindeer was the beginning of a butter village. There were trees, bales of hay, a pond, and the beginnings of what one could only guess was a barn.

It was 2:24 AM and Edward and Bella found themselves in the living room, surrounded by rolls of wrapping paper. They were amidst one of Jingle's latest shenanigans: wrapping everything in sight.

The walls, pictures, couch, loveseat, and even the windows were covered in festive paper. Bella was busy wrapping the recliner while Edward was meticulously wrapping the coffee table.

"Love, is covering the entire living room in Christmas paper really necessary?" Edward asked, glancing over at Bella.

Bella placed a big red bow on the wrapped recliner and turned to her husband. "Edward by Jingles, wrapping up the living room. It provides a valid excuse for why the Butter Village isn't complete yet."

"It does?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." Bella grabbed another roll of wrapping paper and went over to the TV. "This way it will appear that Jingles started on the butter village but came in here and got busy doing this." She waved her hand around the room. "Renesmee probably will be delighted that her elf did two magical things instead of one and not even question why the barn for the reindeer isn't finished."

Edward's eyes widened in realization. "Oh, I see. That does make sense."

Bella grinned. "Exactly. Now let's finish this up so we can go upstairs."

"Sure." He agreed.

They continued wrapping the living room, chatting as they worked.

"Remember when we first started doing these elf antics last month?" Bella asked, cutting a piece of tape.

Edward chuckled. He had finished wrapping the coffee table and was now in the process of wrapping every book on the bookshelf. "How could I forget? I thought it was a bit silly at first, but seeing Renesmee's excitement made it all worth it."

Bella nodded. "She believes in the magic of Christmas. It's so heartwarming."

Edward smiled, carefully wrapping a very thick book. "It's also fun to see her imagination run wild with how she pictures Jingles can complete these lavish tasks."

Both of them continued wrapping and chatting. Since they were vampires with endless energy and no need for sleep they made quick work and soon the living room was all wrapped up like a humongous present. All of their evidence of the wrapping paper and tape were out of the living room and put away. Jingles herself was on the wrap coffee table, loosely wrapped in wrapping paper with a cute pattern of mermaid kittens in Santa Claus hats on it. Next to Jingles, there was a note in messy handwriting that said: Nessie, I began working on the butter village you requested. I went on a side quest and wrapped up the living room and will complete the barn tomorrow. I hope you have fun unwrapping everything. Love Jingles.

Bella stepped back to admire their handiwork. "There, all done. What do you think?"

Edward looked around the room, now completely transformed into a wrapped wonderland. "I think Jingles outdid herself this time."

Bella laughed as she walked over to him and took his hand. "I think so too. Let's head up to bed. Shall we?"

"Let's." He agreed, lacing his fingers with hers.

Hand in hand, they retired to their room and lay on their bed. Ready to wind down, they grabbed their books that were on the nightstands. Each of them had a copy of The Hunger Games and they began to silently read. Since they didn't need sleep and didn't always watch TV, they often spent their nights enjoying the quiet moments together, reading a book and discussing each chapter like a book club.

As they read, Bella's phone chimed with a text. She picked it up and smiled. "It's from Rosalie. She sent a picture of their elf shenanigans."

Edward looked over, curious. The elf that occupied Emmett and Rosalie's house was a bit naughtier and more adventurous than Jingles. "What did Tinsel Snowflake do this time?" He asked.

Bella showed him the picture. Bree's elf, Tinsel Snowflake was sitting in the fridge with sticky notes all around. Each one with a line from the "Chicken Wing" song and was slightly altered. The first sticky note was under the first shelf and stuck to a package of chicken feet and read, "Chicken feet. Chicken feet." The second sticky note was also on the first shelf, but it was on the opposite side and stuck to a package of hot dogs that was sitting on top of the baloney, it read, "Hot Dog and Baloney." The next sticky note was on the second shelf and placed under two ornaments, one of a happy chicken, and the other an ornament of easy mac and cheese. That sticky note read, "Chicken and macaroni." The final sticky note was on the last shelf where the elf was placed with 5 wooden nutcrackers, it read, "Chilling with my homies."

Edward read it and laughed. "That's hilarious. It's nice how Bree is even getting in on the elf fun this year."

Bella sent a quick text to her sister-in-law, then put her phone on the nightstand. "Yeah, even though Bree is a young teen and will always be since she's a vampire, she still likes the elf and some stuff that is for little kids. Since she didn't get to enjoy anything like that in her human life, it's nice that Rosalie and Emmett do it for her."

Edward smiled, feeling a warm sensation of family connection. "It's wonderful they adopted her and do the crazy elf shenanigans for her. Everyone deserves a bit of Christmas magic, no matter their age."

Bella leaned forward, her face inches away from his. Her eyes were twinkling as she looked at him. "I agree, and I think we're doing a pretty good job of keeping the magic alive for Renesmee."

"We are. And it's all worth it to see her smile." Edward leaned in and kissed her lips.

Bella sighed contently. She placed her hands on his head, her figure winding through his hair. Edward let go of the book he was holding and placed one hand on the back of her head and the other on the small of her back. He pulled her closer to him, leaving no space between them. Reading their book would have to wait for another night since they seemed to have more important things to take care of.