Christmas, easter, Boxing Day, Thanksgiving, they're all the same thing, aren't they? What is the point in celebrating? You meet with family and friends, some do not even show up, so why bother celebrating when you all alone?

"What are you doing for Easter Brooklyn?" Josh my co-worker asked, while we are having our lunch break.

"Hmm? Oh Nothing, how about you?" Josh gives me a conflict look, which I turn my head and ignore, I do not need pity, what I need is someone to understand, that these celebrations are only normal days, it's pointless in celebrating if you don't believe in these trivial things.

"My Brothers, coming home from aboard, which I'm excited for, I don't get to see him often because of uni and stuff." From the corner of my eye, I can see Josh's smile brightly and his deep blue eyes, which have a certain twinkle I've never seen before. I nod to him, before getting up and going indie to start my next shift.

It's late December, I and Josh are at my one-bedroom flat. Were doing homework that we were given from university. I'm sitting on my bed, my head laying against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling, that is designed as the soler system. Josh is sitting at my desk doing some chemistry work.

"Brooklyn?" Josh asks suddenly out of the blue. I blink once. Twice. Three times, before I turn to face him.

"Yeah?" I raise my eyebrow in question.

"What are your plans for Christmas." I tilt my head, wondering if I should be truthful or if I should lie. In the end, I decide to state the truth.

"Nothing, you?" His face has a look of horror. He sits up properly, asking me to repeat my answer again.

"I said noth- "
"I know what you said, it's just that- "

"It's just what?" I say getting defensive.

"Christmas is supposed to be celebrated with friends and family not alone." I sit on my bed, a bitter look on my face.

"I don't really have anyone to celebrate it with." That was my short reply.

"Come spend Christmas with me." I look back at Josh in surprise, he too has a shocked look on his face as if he never expected to say that.

"Do you really mean that?" I ask in a vulnerable voice, a voice that I've not spoken to in a while. Josh gets up from his seat, walks over to me and takes my hands, and intertwines them together.

"Yeah" He eventually breathes out.

Dressed up in a red and white, knee-length dress, with a Christmas jumper and a Santa hat, covering my strawberry blond hair. A couple of presents in my hands, ready to be put under Joshes family Christmas tree. I knock once. Rocking back on me heals waiting for someone to answer the door. A man, with Ash brown hair, deep blue eyes, and a large structure. He looks to be about 8 feet tall and in his mid-thirties.

"Brooklyn?" The man questions. I nod once, my throat clogged, in maybe nervousness or shyness. The man smiles as if pleased with the answer. He opens the door wider, and I can see a bit of the inside of the house, The house outside is a 3 stories house, decorated in Christmas decorations, with a touch of Victorian-style house. "Please come in, Joshua should be down shortly, he's just getting ready." He leads me into the first room, which contains, grey/brown couches, a fireplace that holds Christmas Stockings, and a decorated Christmas tree. The walls were a light grey with LED lights hanging around the room.

Heavy fast footsteps, could be heard from the stairs, "Brooklyn?" A familiar voice, ask from behind me. I turn around and a small smile finds its way on my face, as I see Josh wearing dark blue jeans, and a Christmas jumper, a present in his hand. "You came! You actually came!" He grins in excitement.

"Yeah," I nod in agreement, also surprised that I came, because I've not celebrated Christmas since- NO STOP, don't think about it Brooklyn, the past is the past and-

"Brooklyn, are you okay?" Joshua asks breaking me out of my dark thoughts. I nod, feeling my throat dry, keeping the tears at bay. "Okayyyyy," Josh said stretching the 'y' as if he doesn't believe me, and neither would I. "This is my dad, and my mom in the kitchen finishing off dinner with my sister. I turn to Joshes Dad, and I can see the resemblance, same facial structure, and body structure, and eyes. Josh must get his hair color and style and smile from his mother.

"Thank you, sir, for having me in your home," Joshes Dad smiles and shakes his head.

"Please, call me Adrian, no need for the sir stuff, you're making me sound old!" He gives a short laugh. I shake my head muttering apologies, embarrassed that I made him feel old, when in fact he looks quite young.

"Foods ready!" A sweet melody voice, sound comes from the kitchen. Josh, smiles brightly and leads me towards the kitchen, where two dirty blond colored hair females, are sitting at the table, they both have chocolate brown eyes and heart-shaped faces. "You must be Brooklyn! Josh has talked a lot about you! Where are my manners, please sit? My name, Evelyn, this is my daughter Jasmine. It's a pleasure to finally meet you!" She gives me a polite smile. I return with my own small smile and sit down next to Josh.

Another person enters the room, he looks to be about in his mid-twenties and looks like Josh the only difference is, that he has Ash brown hair and Chocolate brown, whereas Josh has dirty blond hair and deep blue eyes. The man takes a double-take as if surprised to see me, he then gives a cheeky smile and says "You must be Brooklyn! Hi, I'm Jasper, joshes older brother, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

"It's a pleasure to meet you guys, and once again thank you for having me in your house and spending Christmas with you!"

Arriving home, at 12 in the morning the next day, was shocking, it's been a long while since I celebrated Christmas. When was the last time? Oh yeah, it was before the accident. The accident changed my whole life.

In 2008, my mother left us. I'm not sure if it was because of me or my dad and till this dad I still don't know. I've never missed her because I don't remember her much, my dad used to say I looked a lot like her, emerald, green eyes, and long strawberry blond hair, and a small structure. Although I'm thankful he never said I acted like her. And it's been me and my dad ever since. However, that's not where the story ends, near my 13th Birthday, my dad died in a car crash. I was put into foster care, for a few short months, moving from family to family, school to school, until I finally got adopted at the age of 15. The people who adopted me, Lesa and Kyle, age 50 and 53, respectively. They had children but moved out of the house at 18 and never returned home or stayed in contact. When I turned 18, I was expected to live on my own, and I don't blame them, I was never their child in the first place. I always wondered why they decided to adopt me. Maybe to get good publicity? Maybe to make people think they were kind and generous people because they do donate to local charities (Where they get their money from, I will never know.)

The last Christmas I remember celebrating was with my dad. It was utterly amazing, and it was probably the best day of my life! We had streamers, cake, chocolate fountain, balloons, and even bubbles! But the most magical part of that Christmas was snow. We normally don't get some that often, and when we do it's a huge chunk load. My dad took me skiing, we also had a snowball fight, sledding and we even build a huge snowman-which I named Mr. Top hat as he was wearing a long black top hat, which made him look taller. At the end of the day, I and my dad went into the backyard, put on a blanket, and looked up at the night sky, where he taught me about the solar system, hence why I have the solar system on my ceiling as it reminds me of my dad- and the fact that becoming an astronaut is my dream job.

So yes, I'm thankful for Josh's family for helping me understand why Christmas is so special and should be celebrated with friends and family, it not only a tradition it's where the magic takes place.

Christmas is truly a special gift.

THE END.