After finding a fir tree about the same height as Mike to use as a Christmas tree, Mikes family of four began to dress up their home and Christmas tree.
In fact, other people have long started Christmas preparations, but Mikes family Christmas, just to live an atmosphere, so each time it is close to Christmas Eve, they will start dressing up.
They are very fast, just an afternoon, they all dressed up.
The next day is the Christmas Eve.
Mike got up early and looked at the snowflakes falling outside, showing a smile.
Its snowing.
He prepare breakfast, Mike shouted the three brothers, in addition to Clark obediently get up, Eric and Charles are still sealed by the quilt, struggling to do the struggle.
A few moments later, Clark came down the stairs rubbing his somewhat dishevelled hair.
Good morning, Dad.
Mike nodded and handed over the jam-smeared bread in his hand.
Thanks.
Clark said politely, took the bread and took a bite, looking out the window at the snow, as if he had thought of something funny, and his blue eyes flashed with a smile.
Just as the two were about to finish their breakfast, Eric and Charles came running down the stairs shouting:
Its snowing! Woo-hoo!
Dad, why didnt you call me earlier?
Mikes face darkened as he looked at the righteous Charles and flexed his fingers and flicked him in the head.
Ewww!
Charles complained.
But Mike said in a cold voice: I called you, did you get up?
Clark imitated Charles tone and said, Dear Dad, Ill sleep a little longer, just a little
Hahahaha! Eric laughed at Charles.
Charles blushed and pointed at Eric, Youre still the same!
Eric said disdainfully: I got up three seconds before you!
What can three seconds do?
Anyway, it is three seconds earlier than you!
You
Eat!
Mike said coldly.
Charles and Eric: good boy jpg.
To let these two bicker on, it would just be endless.
Clark pointed outside and said: Hurry up and eat!
The two laughed, like a cat that stole a fish, gazing at the snow outside, already leaping at the opportunity.
After eating the bread and eggs, the two little guys who didnt even wash their faces rushed into the yard and started running in the snow.
Mike laughed and shook his head, grabbed Clark, who wanted to go out, and said, Go on, get the gloves and hat off.
I dont need them!
Im not talking about you, Im talking about them.
Oh
Clark quickly went upstairs as Mike began to gather up the dishes.
The snow was flying, but it couldnt douse the childrens joy.
Mike washed the dishes while watching the three through the window, a smile slowly hanging from the corner of his mouth.
They ran around the yard and began to build snowmen in the yard, but one was uglier than the other.
After Eric, who had made the ugliest pile, was ridiculed by the two, he pounced in anger and smashed all three snowmen.
Ah! My dad got smashed!
Charles wanted to cry and looked at Eric with hatred.
Clark froze and said, You piled up daddy?
Yeah? Its a lot like that!
I thought you were piling up a short-necked pig.
Hahahahahaha!
Eric laughed with tears coming out of his eyes.
Charles blackened his face, bent down to knead out a snowball and smashed it hard at Eric.
Pop!
The snowball smashed into Erics face, muddying his five senses and making the laughter stuck in his throat.
Hahahaha! Serves you right!
Charles mocked Eric, and Clark on the side couldnt help but curl the corners of his mouth.