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A Cullentastic Christmas
Her anger immediately dissolved and she couldn't help smiling back, giggling a little.
I smiled at the recognition of how Jacob's smile had been so infectious, for myself. I immediately felt guilty, knowing one day we would have to explain things to Renesmee, but that day was far off. Jasper, of course, immediately felt the change and gave me a questioning look.
Edward was running his fingers through my hair, watching Renesmee and Jacob in the kitchen and didn't catch my look to Jasper to just brush it off. To try and change the mood of things, I decided to put the CD back on, since it seemed movie time was over.
The end of “It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year” played out and a very different song came on. I heard squealing from somewhere near me, except this time, instead of Alice, it was Emmett.
“Oh man. I love this song! Feliz Navidad. Feliz Navidad.” he started singing, as he jumped up from the couch, dancing around it, pretending to shake maracas for some reason.
“Yet another, Emmett and his crazy ways story, coming right up.” Rosalie said, rolling her eyes, still sitting on the ground.
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Prospero Ano y Felicidad.
This would be interesting.
“Okay, so I know it seems like I'm like the dumb jock of the family, but I actually am fluent in Spanish. And German. And French. And Japanese, actually. But that's besides the point.” Emmett said, shaking his head, as if that would help him clear it.
I couldn't help my jaw falling open knowing Emmett knew so many languages.
“Out of all the school subjects, in the years that I have gone, Spanish was the easiest and most fun for me. I love Cinco de Mayo, I loved Mexican food as a human, and I loved this song. I went through a total Spanish phase, for like a whole year.” he said, looking proud.
“Yes. One long, unbearable, Spanish year.” Jasper said, looking drained from the memory alone.
I laughed at the thought of Emmett in a sombrero and one of those colorful rug-looking ponchos. Sadly, I could picture it well.
“The whole year, I listened to Spanish radio, spoke only in Spanish to everyone, and wrote everything in Spanish, well, except for my homework, since I needed to pass and everything.” he said, laughing heartily at the thought.


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