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Christmas morning dawned clear and cold. It had been snowing off and on all week making their city look clean and beautiful. New York always looked best with it's dirt hidden away. Aya watched the sun rise, it was a bit of a tradition with her, then cheerfully set about making pancakes for breakfast.
A mountain of pancakes, and bacon and eggs. Coffee with a peppermint stick in hers.
The apartment was decorated in construction paper snowflakes, angels, and garlands of popcorn balls with dried cranberries in them for color. It was festive, and nice...and so many other things beside. There was a tiny tree with wrapped presents under the tree (for their covers. Real gifts could be given in private, later).
"breakfast!" She sang out after a while. "Next batch gets burned in case Kyle comes poking around!"
A mountain of pancakes, and bacon and eggs. Coffee with a peppermint stick in hers.
The apartment was decorated in construction paper snowflakes, angels, and garlands of popcorn balls with dried cranberries in them for color. It was festive, and nice...and so many other things beside. There was a tiny tree with wrapped presents under the tree (for their covers. Real gifts could be given in private, later).
"breakfast!" She sang out after a while. "Next batch gets burned in case Kyle comes poking around!"
