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NARRATOR

You believe the situation cannot be more surreal when your father barges into the room with a large pile of firewood and pushes it straight into Aaron's arms.

FATHER

There, now I am not the only man here.

FATHER

I finally have someone to help tend to the fireplace.

NARRATOR

You place your hand over your mouth, looking at Aaron's dumbfounded expression as he struggles to hold all the firewood that your father has carelessly stuffed into his arms.

AARON

Err... sure... I'm glad to help.

AARON

Is the fireplace where the smoke is coming from?

NARRATOR

Your grandma, your mother, and you look at each other in confusion. It takes you a few moments to notice

the terrible smell and thick smoke are coming from the kitchen when all of you shout at the same time: NO!

MOTHER

That's not the fireplace! Those are the cookies!

MC

Mom, you told me you've got that!

GRANDMA

MC, what are you still doing standing there!

FATHER

Three women at home, and Santa is still not going to get his cookies.

NARRATOR

Aaron cannot help a short chuckle at your father's remark. He then goes out to bring more firewood while both your mother and grandma rush into the kitchen.

MC

I'm sorry... It's always hectic with my family.

AARON

MC...

MC

How did you find me anyway?

AARON

MC, where...

MC

It's Chantal, isn't it? She's the one who told you where I am.

AARON

MC, I'm still holding the firewood here! And it's getting pretty heavy.

MC

Oh, my...

INT. GRANDMA HOME FIREPLACE -NIGHT