Christmas special

"Merry Christmas!" I jolt up in shock, at the foot of the bed stands six people and one seated.

My eyes widen, "oh my goodn—" my words are cut off as I notice the mini cannons in their hands that spew out white fake snow.

I shriek, "no!" And protect myself below the covers, someone rips them off and within two seconds I'm being attacked with snow and tickles.

I can't stop giggling but when all gets enough I jump into offense mode, the girls are now under my mercy as I tickle them.

When the snow runs out, I stop. Ruffling it all out of my hair I look directly at them all, "Now tell me why I'm being attacked by two naught elves and five people—who are too old for this— on Christmas day?"

As if for some effect Nic sprays the last of his snow in my face, I huff some of it out of my mouth and clear my face.

"Firstly you are never too old to snow attack someone," he shrugs.

"And because we've been waiting for an hour for you to wake up, you've been voted as the victim for this year," Lucia