Jaxx left late on Christmas Eve, staying long enough to have dinner with my family. My brother didn’t seem too impressed, but he never did anyway. My mom seemed to like him, and my dad didn’t chase him out of the house, so I felt like it was a win. I tried to go to bed early, but I was in too good of a mood after such a great day.
The following day, my brother and I woke to presents under the tree and happy parents. After a couple of hours of passing presents around and watching each other open them, my mom got up to make us breakfast, my dad to make coffee and cocoa, and my brother and I were left to our own devices.
I stacked up my presents in my arms, carefully carrying them up to my room. My mom’s favorite Christmas songs soon echoed through the house as she and my dad busied thems
