The aroma of my mum's cooking wafted through my nose. I got out of my bed immediately and went into my bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth before walking to the kitchen.
"Good morning mum." I greeted her kissing her cheek.
"Morning love. Merry Christmas baby."
"Merry Christmas." I said before cutting a little piece out of the cookie dough on the counter.
"You shouldn't be eating raw flour." she scolded.
"But it tastes so good." I moaned out. "Where is dad?."
"Right here pumpkin." My dad deep voice announced and I jumped down the chair wrapping my hands around him. "Merry Christmas baby."
"Merry Christmas dad." The doorbell rang and I dashed to the entrance opening the door. It was aunt Martha, my dad's older sister and her eight children. Aunt Martha had had like four hu
