I wake up Christmas morning, yawning loudly. My dog had jumped on the bed and licked my face until I had woken up. "Go away Sammy," I said, gently shoving the Golden Retriever puppy. He continued to lick my face so I sat up.
The aroma of ham filled my senses and I smiled. This year had been so different from all the others- my parents had been killed in a car accident and I was traveling around with two of my best friends.
I dangled my legs over the bed and stood up, slipping into my pink fluffy slippers.
When I opened the bedroom door, I was greeted with chattering from the people downstairs.
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Mistletoe and Memories
FanfictionLiz has been traveling around hunting and killing demons and other monsters for a year now- ever since her parents died. Now, it's Christmas Day and Liz is happy to be part of a family now. Between the rush of cooking, opening gifts, and baking, a r...
