Teddy and Victoire navigated through the hallways of their cozy home. Everything was decorated with the festive glow of Christmas lights and the sparkle of tinsel. The air was filled with the scent of pine from the large Christmas tree that stood tall in the living room. Remy, their little bundle of joy, buzzed with excitement as she bounced around, eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the stockings hung by the fireplace and the fairy lights that twinkled around the windows.
"Remy, it's time for bed," Victoire said gently, her voice carried a warmth that could rival the fire that crackled nearby.
"But I want to stay up and see Santa!" Remy protested, her enthusiasm was evident in every word.
Teddy knelt down and his eyes met his daughter's, "Santa won't come if you're still awake, Sunshine. He needs all the children asleep before he can visit."
Remy's eyes widened in realization, and she nodded. With a tinge of reluctance, she followed her parents up the stairs to her bedroom, his favourite stuff wolf clutched tightly in her small hands.
In Remy's room, Teddy walked over toward the bedside table and turned on the small Christmas tree to act as a night-light. It cast a warm glow around the room and created a comforting atmosphere.
Victoire picked up Remy and gently placed her in bed. She tucked Remy in, making sure that the blankets were snug around her and she was nestled among her stuffed animals.
"Can you read me a story, Daddy?" Remy pleaded.
"Of course," Teddy said with a smile. He reached for the worn-out book that his Father used to read to him from and sat down on the edge of the bed.
As Teddy began to read, Victoire sat down on the bed beside her husband, her hand gently stroked Remy's hair.
Slowly Remy's eyelids grew heavier, and she yawned, her energy waning.
"Goodnight, baby," Victoire whispered. She placed a tender kiss on her forehead as she stood up from the bed.
"Sleep tight," Teddy added, his voice filled with affection.
"Merry Christmas," Remy mumbled drowsily, her eyes already closed, as she drifted off into dreamland.
Teddy and Victoire quietly tiptoed out of Remy's room, closed the door, but left it open just a sliver. The parents then began the arduous task of moving the presents down to below the Christmas tree so that their daughter would have a magical Christmas morning.