After finding a fir tree about the same height as Mike to use as a Christmas tree, Mike's family of four began to decorate their home and Christmas tree.
In fact, other families have already started to prepare for Christmas, but Mike's family only celebrates Christmas with an atmosphere, so they don't start dressing up until Christmas Eve.
Their speed was very fast, and in just one afternoon, they had something to show for it.
The next day, Christmas Eve.
Mike got up early, looked at the falling snowflakes outside, and smiled.
Snowing.
After preparing breakfast, Mike called out to the three brothers. Except for Clark, who got up obediently, Eric and Charles were still sealed by the quilt, struggling hard.
After a while, Clark walked downstairs, stroking his somewhat messy hair.
"Good morning, Dad."
Mike nodded and handed over the bread with jam in his hand.
"Thanks."
Clark said politely, took the bread and took a bite. He looked at the heavy snow outside the window, as if he thought of something interesting, a smile flashed in his blue eyes.
Just when the two were about to finish breakfast, Eric and Charles ran downstairs yelling.
"It's snowing! Woohoo!"
"Dad, why didn't you call me earlier!"
Mike's face darkened, he looked at the confident Charles, and flicked his forehead with his finger.
"Hey!"
Charles felt aggrieved.
Mike said coldly: "I called you, are you up?"
Clark imitated Charles' tone and said: "Dear dad, I will sleep a little longer, just a little while..."
"Hahaha!" Eric laughed at Charles.
Charles blushed, pointed at Eric and said, "You're not the same!"
Eric said disdainfully: "I got up three seconds earlier than you!"
"What can you do in three seconds?"
"Anyway, I'm three seconds ahead of you!"
"you… "
"Have a meal!"
Mike said coldly.
Charles and Eric: Well behaved jpg.
If the two of them continue to quarrel, it will only end endlessly.
Clark pointed outside and said, "Eat quickly!"
The two of them smiled, like cats that had stolen a fish, looking at the snow outside, already eager to try.
After gulping down the bread and eggs, and gulping down the milk, the two little guys, who didn't even wash their faces, huffed, rushed to the yard, and started running in the snow.
Mike smiled and shook his head, grabbed Clark who was about to go out, and said, "Go, take off the gloves and hat."
"I do not need!"
"I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about them."
"oh… "
Clark quickly went upstairs and Mike started to put away the dishes.
The heavy snowfall cannot dampen the children's happiness.
While washing the dishes, Mike looked at the three of them through the window, a smile slowly forming on his lips.
They ran in the yard and started to build snowmen in the yard, but each one became uglier than the other.
After Eric, who made the ugliest pile, was laughed at by the two, he angrily rushed forward and smashed all three snowmen.
"Ah! My dad was crushed!"
Charles was about to cry but looked at Eric with hatred.
Clark was stunned for a moment and said, "Is it dad you're praising?"
"Yeah? It's very similar!"
"I thought you were heaping a dwarf pig."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Eric laughed so hard that he almost burst into tears.
Charles had a dark face, bent down and kneaded a snow ball, and smashed it at Eric hard.
"Snapped!"
The snowball hit Eric in the face, blurring his features and making laughter stuck in his throat.
"Hahaha! You deserve it!"
Charles laughed at Eric, and Clark on the side couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
Eric stiffened, stretched out his hand to wipe the snow off his face, and angrily dug out two snowballs and threw them out.
"Bang, bang!"
Snowballs flew by, one passed by, and one landed on Clark's head.
Eric looked at Clark awkwardly and showed a flattering smile. After seeing Clark looking over with a bad look, he turned around and ran away, still yelling.
"Don't come over here!"
Clark sneered and quickly chased after him.
Snowballs were flying around for a while, and Charles also joined the fight. In a moment, he and Clark smashed Eric into a snow child.
"You forced me!"
Eric pointed at the two people, roared angrily, turned around and ran into the utility room.
When Clark and Charles looked at each other, Eric sneered and rushed out, standing in front of the two of them, holding hands in vain. In the surprised eyes of the two, several shovels and an iron basin appeared behind Eric, like It's the peacock spreading its tail...
"Ha! Die!"
Eric said coldly, waved his hand, and the shovel and iron basin began to move.
"Whizzing!"
Snowballs rained down on Clark and Charles.
The two turned and ran.
"Hahahaha! Stop if you can!"
Eric smiled wildly, waving his arms and launching a powerful offensive against the two of them.
Charles and Clark separated, hid in a corner, and exhaled softly.
Now, I should be able to hide for a while.
But what he didn't notice was that an iron basin had quietly appeared above his head, and it was filled with cold white snow.
The next second, white snow poured down on Charles, burying him inside.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Eric laughed happily.
At this moment, he saw several snowballs flying towards him quickly.
He panicked, and the shovel flew around him, blocking snowballs for him.
Just when he was proud, he saw Clark moving as fast as a phantom, and snowballs came over him one after another.
horrible!
Eric screamed and hurriedly controlled the shovel to block his face. Then he waved his hand and the iron basin appeared to protect him.
"call!"
Looking at the snowballs that were blocked, Eric breathed a sigh of relief.
"Eric!"
With an angry cry, Charles strode out, with the index finger of his right hand gently tapping his temple, his eyes fixed on Eric, and invisible spiritual power began to surge.
"Oops!"
Eric's mouth twitched.
The next second, he was controlled by Charles, and the 'protection' flying around him fell down.
"Brother! Hurry! Bury him in snow!"
Clark clenched his fist and sneered, quickly circled Eric a few times, and a little snowman appeared in the yard.
Charles dispersed his spiritual power and made a face at Eric. Clark looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.
"unacceptable!"
Eric struggled to run out of the snow, waved his arm, and the battle started again.
Looking at the 'battle' in the yard, Mike smiled happily.
For some reason, when he watched the three children playing, he seemed to be witnessing a big battle.
Coming to the yard with a smile, Mike shouted to the three of them: "Be careful, don't catch a cold."
Clark doesn't matter, but Charles and Eric...
"Um?"
At this moment, Mike saw the three people looking at him, his heart skipped a beat, and he said, "I'm warning you, don't mess around!"
"Whoa! Get daddy!"
Charles shouted, and the three of them moved quickly.
Flying snowballs came one after another. Mike twitched the corner of his mouth, turned around and ran away.
For a time, laughter and laughter filled the whole yard.