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Challenge #2: kelkey's Fiction Entry

Named for the song of the same name by The Long Winters



RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!

Rob Pattinson’s alarm clock went rang through his room on Christmas morning. He slammed his palm on the top, shutting off the annoying sound and opened one eye.

4:00 AM…sharp.

He groaned to himself and felt rustling next to him. He grabbed his wife’s wrist.

“Please, not yet,” he moaned.

“This was YOUR stupid idea, Robert Pattinson!” his wife grumbled, yanking her wrist away from him and dragging herself out of bed. Robert sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Kelly Pattinson put on her glasses and pulled on a sweatshirt over her tank top. She walked over to his side of the bed and threw the covers off him.

“Get up!” she said, laughing before leaving the room.

Rob crossed his arms over his bare chest, shivering in the December chill that filled the house. He pulled on a long sleeve shirt and a pair of white athletic socks and padded out of the room.

He stopped at the door down the hall and opened it. Inside, his seven year old daughter, Olivia, lay fast asleep. Robert walked over to her bed and looked at her. She held her teddy bear, Muffy, in a death grip around its waist as she slept peacefully. Rob bent down, brushed the hair from her face and kissed her forehead.

Olivia stirred, but did not wake and Rob smiled to himself. He had never known he could love a human being so much until the day Olivia had been born. Aside from his wedding day, it had been the happiest day of his life.

He left the room, closing the door softly behind him and headed downstairs.

As Rob came into the living room, he could hear Kelly in the kitchen making coffee as he started working on his plan. He went to the fireplace and threw coals out of the fire, sprinkling them around, leaving a path toward the Christmas tree.

He then went to the plate of cookies and milk. He broke off some of the shortbread cookies and ate it and drank some of the milk, being sure to dribble some on the tabletop. He then picked up a carrot and snapped it in half, making sure to get rid of the other half in the garbage can in the garage.

When he was done, he looked around at the damage he had done and nodded to himself. Kelly came into the family room and handed him a cup of coffee. As they sipped their coffee, Kelly leaned affectionately on her husband.

“Well, Rob, Santa has definitely been here.”

Two hours later, Olivia came scampering down the stairs yelling, “Mummy! Daddy! Santa was here! Santa was here!”

Robert and Kelly were in the kitchen and they came out.

“Olivia, Mummy is mad at Santa this year. Look at the mess he made for Mummy!” Rob said to his daughter, shock on his face.

Olivia stopped on the last step and looked around at the damage to the living room. Coals were scattered around the floor and there was milk spilled on the table. Some of her cookies were gone and the carrots for the reindeer were partially gone as well.

“Daddy,” Olivia said, walking over to her father, “Mummy can’t be mad at Santa!”

The little girl gazed up at her father, the green-grey eyes that she had inherited from him showed that she was clearly awestruck by the scene before her.

She looked around the room again, her mouth hung open. Rob smiled and stroked her light brown hair.

“Well, tell your mummy that, then, darling,” Rob said to his daughter.

Kelly bent down so that she was eye-to-eye with her daughter. “I won’t be mad at Santa as long as he brought you something good!” she said, smiling at her daughter.

“Did you forget to say something to your mummy and daddy, sweetie?” Kelly asked her.

“Happy Christmas, Mummy!” Olivia said, giving her mother a kiss on the cheek.

“Merry Christmas, love,” Kelly said, the only one in her family with an American accent.

The little girl went over to her father and tugged on his pajama pants. Robert scooped her up in his arms.

“Happy Christmas, Daddy!” Olivia said, kissing him on the cheek.

Rob set his daughter down on her feet and knelt down level with her. “Happy Christmas, darling!” he said to her, tickling her sides.

Olivia shrieked and tried to evade her father’s fingers, giggling.

“Robert, don’t you think it’s time that Olivia opened her presents from that mess-maker Santa?” Kelly said to her husband.

“I dunno, love. Olivia?” Robert asked, turning to his daughter.

“YES!!!!” Olivia shouted enthusiastically, throwing herself under the Christmas tree.

As their daughter began sorting through the presents under the tree, making piles for “Mummy”, “Daddy”, and “Olivia”, Robert put his arms around his wife.

“Happy Christmas, Kelly,” he said to her.

“Merry Christmas, Robert,” Kelly said before Robert took her lips in an affectionate Christmas kiss underneath the mistletoe.
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