October and November came and went, the school year was well on the way, (though time slows down for nobody at all, so take that as you will).

It was a week before Christmas, I was finding it hard as Dad always made Christmas special, (as it was his favourite holiday of all time), Grandma and Grandad really did try to distract me from that fact, but it didn't work.

I laid down on the bed, one of Dad's old Christmas sweaters wrapped around me like a cocoon would be, (yeah even though he wasn't very tall, he was weirdly quite muscular considering that he worked a 9-5 job here), as that was the closest thing I could get to getting one of his hugs, (God I miss his hugs, he gave such comforting hugs), I then fell asleep.

It was Christmas Eve, Savanna was home from college in Florida, (we all know that she went there for the parties), not that there was much of a point though as she slept most of the time, (though honestly that wasn't really any different to before she went to college as she really liked her sleep).

Anyway, it was like 10 O'clock at night, Savannah was already asleep, (what a shocker, not), so it was just Dad and I awake, (though I was definitely nearly asleep here, 16 year old me was just being stubborn though).

"Hey Baby, don't you think that it's time for you to go to bed, hmm?"
"No no, I'm awake Dad"
"(Snorts), you're really not awake though Darling"
"M awake"
"No Baby, you're really not awake as you're literally falling asleep where you sit, come on, I'll tuck you in"
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
"You'll need help with bringing everything out"

Dad's face softened when I said that, I couldn't really tell you why that was though as I'm not him, (but I guess that it could have been because he was a bigger softie than Dream was, and that's saying something because Dream's a big 'ol softie here).

"No no, I'll be ok Darling, plus you're sick so you're going to need all the sleep you can get"
"I'll be ok Dad, I promise"
"Come on, let's get you to bed"
"But, (yawns), M awake"
"I really don't want to pull the Dad card-"
"Ok ok, M going"

Dad then gently dragged me into bed, as he somehow knew that I wouldn't go to bed if he didn't drag me there himself, (because sick me was trying to put a 3 year old to bed here, which I would not wish on anybody, since 3 year olds can be stubborn as shit sometimes, ya know).

"Ok Lacey Lou, try to get some sleep now, ok"
"You too Dad"
"Yeah Baby, I'll try"
"I love you"
"I love you too Darling"
"Dad"
"Yeah Baby"
"Are you sure that you don't need any help with bringing stuff out?"
"Yeah Sweetheart, I'll be ok, thank you though"
"You're, (yawns), welcome"

Dad then left the room and turned off the light, as he knew that I hated the light being on when trying to go to sleep, (I still can only sleep when it is completely dark, I don't know why that is or anything, so please don't ask me).

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It was snowing, the streets outside of our apartment block had not had a single footprint on the snow, (which was a rarity because this is New York fucking city we're talking about here).

7 year old me was watching out the window on Christmas Eve, (well it was after midnight so technically Christmas Day but sue me), so I stared out the window for a couple of minutes, that was until Dad came in.

"Hey Baby"
"Hey Daddy"
"What are you doing still up?"
"I couldn't sleep, and then it started to snow outside, so I started to watch it snow"
"Ok Baby, how about we go outside and play in the snow?"
"What about Santa?"
"Well you're not trying to sneak a peak at your presents and you're not trying to see Santa himself, so I think that he'd be ok with us enjoying the snow"
"Yes!"

It turned out that Savannah was also still awake and Dad was trying to tire us out so that we would actually sleep, but honestly, that is one of my favourite Christmas memories.

"Daddy! Daddy!, can we make some snow angels?!"
"Sure Lacey Lou, hold on, keep your hat on Savannah!"
"But my head's hot"
"(Sighs), I know Sweetheart, but your head won't be as hot if you make some snow angels"
"Ok"

Yes, we made snow angels in Central Park, and that was the most fun I've ever had in Central Park, so fucking sue me, (but actually please don't sue me).