Ashley: “OUCH!” I fell out of bed. Well, more like flew onto the floor. Spencer rushes over to me.

Spencer: “Are you ok?” she asks worried.

Ashley: “Stupid sheets.” I mumble while trying to kick them off of me. Spencer chuckles. Somehow on my discovery that it’s Christmas, my feet got tangled up in the sheets and I tried to get up but fell. And Spencer…she’s cracking up!

Ashley: “It’s not funny Spencer!” I whine. “I hurt myself.” I pout.

Spencer: “Aw, baby I’m sorry.” she scoots closer to me. “Where does it hurt?”

Ashley: “Right here.” I point to my elbow. She smiles and kisses it.

Spencer: “Better now?”

Ashley: “Uh-uh.” I shake my head no and point to my forehead. She chuckles and kisses my forehead.

Spencer: “Now?” I smirk and point to my lips. “I knew it.” she says leaning in and kissing me passionately. She reluctantly pulls away.

Spencer: “Anywhere else?” she asks with a smirk and a cocked eyebrow.

Ashley: “Well…” I say suggestively as many dirty thoughts run through my head.

Spencer: “Uh-uh, no way Ms. Davies, it’s Christmas morning and I want to open my presents now.” she says while tugging me up by my arm.

Ashley: “But Spen.” I whine.

Spencer: “No!” she says assertively. “Besides, we’ll have time later.” she says seductively as she walks away to the bathroom leaving me dumfounded.

So we’ve slipped on clothes, brush our face and wash our teeth…you know what I mean, it’s Christmas! I’m a little mixed up.

And that special feeling is back, you know, the one I was talking about before. Only, in this house, there is this thing we’ve become accustomed to. Spencer and I give a quick peck on the lips then we each go our separate ways. I go to my mom’s room and she goes to her parents room. If you haven’t guessed by now what we’re doing, we’re like five year olds, and what do five year olds do on Christmas morning?

Ashley: “Mom wake up, it’s Christmas!” I say jumping on her bed. I’m pretty sure Spencer’s doing the same thing by now. I told you we were five. No laughing, you probably do it too : )

Christine: “Five minutes…” she mumbles out, rolling over.