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Even though both Ford and Bill didn’t exactly follow a religion, Circe was jumping up and down on her parent’s bed to try and get them up for Christmas morning. Fiddleford was the one who had put up the tree and most of the other decorations. While married to Emma-May she had been the one most often putting up decorations so Fiddleford took up the role. While in Ford’s case his family was jewish but he himself didn’t follow many traditions. Very few to be honest. Bill was the same, having no religion in Euclidya that would be celebrated like Christmas would be on Earth.
But Circe continued feeble efforts to drag her dads out of bed. Fiddleford had already gotten up. Having even as excited as she was. Helping make breakfast with Circe’s help. Circe had gobbled up her pancakes quickly so then she could convince Bill and Ford to get out of bed.
“Come on Mama!! I made a present for you. Pa helped me with the wrapping paper but still!” She would tug on the sheets underneath Ford, only for Ford to sleepily groan. Bill would giggle softly. But get up halfway. Patting the comforter next to him.
“Come here baby.” And Circe hopped up onto the bed, purposefully stepping onto Ford trying to get him up but all that happened was a grunt. She plopped down onto the comforter next to Bill. With wide arms Bill scooped her up. Loosening his grip once he hugged her enough. Her little round face looking up at him with owlish eyes.
“Wanna go open some presents?”
“It’s what i’ve been telling you, Mama!!” Circe exclaimed with a soft huff and the folding of her arms. Bill smiled softly and leaned forward to kiss her forehead.
“Okay then my little ladybug, let’s get Dad woken up.” To which she squealed and jumped onto Ford.