YAY! THE FIRST PART OF THE TITLE IS SELF EXPLANITORYYYYYYY! but no, Cape Cardam Dolls, I am not stealing Evermore back ;)

the second part is also self explanatory. But first, I got some Ag things for Christmas. -That golden dress (it’s for Sadie-Marie)

-Sadie-Marie, Ashtyn, and Joshua

-2 of Pleasant Company Samantha’s Locket (eBay) I changed the pic in both ;)

-And the truly me everyday accessories.

I didn’t get much bc I got three dolls. Oh, and Lane got Nanea, Joss (two Josses!?), and Emerson (WellieWisher)

WELL STORYTIME PEEPS!

What Christmas Is Like In Bri’s Doll Household

Joss and I were sitting on my bed, early in the morning before everyone rampaged to the living room. “Scarlett, open your present,” Joss told me. I picked up a small gold box with white ribbon, labeled ‘To Scarlett, from Joss’. Joss may or may not be my best friend here in the LCD household. I tore off the not-so-well wrapped paper, and found a small white box. “A box! I’ve always wanted a box!” I joked, and she laughed. But when I took off the lid, I was astonished. A little, heart-shaped locket was inside! “Open it,” Joss urged, so I did. There was a picture of Joss and I, wearing matching pajamas and hairstyles, making weird faces at the selfie camera. “I have one like it,” She pointed to her locket. “Thanks, Joss. This means a lot.” I whispered. Joss and I hugged, and then she opened my gift to her: a new phone case. I wished I’d gotten her something nicer after seeing her gift to me. Our little moment was interrupted by a scream;

“IT’S CHRISTMAS! SANTA CAME!” “I see Savannah is up,” Joss giggled. “Being Santa with you, Josh, and Alex sure was fun!“

“I know. Wait ‘til Anna sees what I put on her stocking.” Thump, thump, thump. My adopted siblings were rushing down the stairs, By the time Joss and I were down, Macy was already trying to reach her stocking. She’s not very tall. Savannah, who plays volleyball at Girl’s Inc., and therefore is far taller, grabbed it for her. “WHOA! Santa brought me Luciana’s accessories!” Squealed Macy. “I have Nanea’s accessories. I wonder what that means.” Savannah added. They noticed more items for Luciana and Nanea in their stockings, until Alex whipped out two rectangular boxes. “Your big gifts, Ladies,” She said, in her announcer voice. “HOLY COOOOOOW!” Callen skidded into the room. “Forgot to label ‘em, Alex!!” Sofia handed over the labels, which Callen stuck on the boxes. He handed Savannah and Macy their boxes. Tearing into their boxes, they smiled. But Savannah’s face soon fell. “Why do I have all this Nanea stuff only if I’m getting Luciana?” She asked, red-faced and confused. “Yeah, I got Nuh-nee-ah.” Macy read the box. “SWITCH!” It was Alex. “Callen, you klutz. You mixed up the labels!” Even with his tan skin, you could see Callen’s face turn tomato. Sadie-Marie walked in, holding a fluffy white vest. “Thanks.” She said. “Oh, you’re welcome.” Alex replied. Everyone else had a wide assortment of gifts (and confusion!) And, for the record, we only mixed up the tags on 11 gifts! Yay! But THAT hectic time? That was only the morning. After preparing, or trying to prepare, Christmas breakfast, Luciana was exhausted. She and her cosmic boots traipsed off to the couch. The rest of us ate disgusting, overcooked peppermint pancakes. PEPPERMINT pancakes. Really?? And then, there was the FaceTime call. We HAD to FaceTime grandma to show her EVERYTHING we got, which adds up to...WHO’S counting? And there’s more. Ruth burned the ham, Ashtyn had a panic attack, Ben broke a vase, the smoke alarm went off, and for the cherry on top? Lanie. Spilled. Cherries. Everywhere. Which meant we had to clean it all up. But then?? THERE’S NOT MORE IS THERE?

Oh, yes there is. Ben got a Nintendo Switch, so he, Josh, and Callen played Fortnite, FORTNITE, for TWO. WHOLE. HONKIN’. HOURS. And everyone went out for cupcakes, except for me, because I am GLUTEN FREE.

I walked up to my room. My unmade bed stared at me, screaming “I‘M SO DEAAAAAAD INSIIIIIDDDDDE!”

“You think? I am dead. Got that?” I sobbed back at it, soon remembering that it didn’t actually say anything. “Scarlett?” “Shut it, bed!” I wailed, sobbing because I could’ve done better this Christmas. And so could everyone else. Because I got Joss a wimpy phone case when she got me a special memory. Because I was in a rush to see Callen, so he messed up the tags. And because I forgot to tell Ruth that the ham goes for thirty minutes, not three hours, which caused the smoke alarm debacle. ”Scarlett!” I cried some more, one-percent wondering how the bed was talking to me. “Shut the mouth you don’t have, BED.” “Scarlett Natalia Allende-Vega!” I looked up, puffy-eyed, only then realizing that it was Joss! “Oh, Joss, I’m so sorry.” I moaned. “For what?” She asked, sympathetically. She sat on the edge of my bed. “For the phone case. For this. For ignoring you and ruining everyone’s Christmas.” “What? No! How did you ruin everyone’s Christmas?”

“I just told you.” “No, no. I needed a phone case! People cry, Scarlett. I don’t blame you For ignoring me. And, it’s not your fault about the tags...or the ham...or the smoke alarm debacle.” ”WHAT?”

“Hold-up. Callen was in a hurry to test Ben‘s Nintendo. Ruth set the timer for thirty minutes, just didn’t hear the timer until it was too late, which made the smoke alarm go off!“ Joss reassured me. “Lanie’s cherries?” We doubled over laughing. “Lanie‘s Cherries” would be remembered for YEARS to come.