When the clock hits midnight, the bell will chime for the city to hear. The gifts will stay prepared under the tree of happiness ready to be revealed when the daylight shines upon the estate the children of the household are blessed with. Fire crackles light up the room with an aroma of warmth and happiness in their heart. The silence is only filled with a small cat who purrs in a blanket, laying in a bed clothed in wealth and stability.

When the clock hits midnight, the bell will chime for the small town near who will only hear a faint rumble. The house with the chimney will shiver from the cold wind being carried in the night harshly on the soft twilight of the sky. The fireplace is soon to go out next to the three children laid upon two beds, lips turning blue from the wind. But as they lay in the winter air, a smile is formed upon each and every face as they wait for the wonderful day ahead.

When the sun forms at dawn, the big house fills with the laughter of children ready for their day to begin. The mounds of gifts are revealed with faces of elation as the parental figures watch their wealth go into their children’s hands. The daylight shines upon the house with great light and shine to enhance the families joy.

When the sun forms at dawn, the little house fills with the laughter of children ready for their day to begin. Three small gifts lay under the branches each with a name on the top, waiting to be grabbed by an eager child. With the same faces of the affluent little ones, gifts are revealed with faces of elation to find a single new pair of clothes for each. The clothes are washed by hand carefully and laid out to dry folded nicely, to give honor to their new possessions.

When the clock hits noon, the children leave. The children leave to the small town near who only heard a faint rumble. The smell of fresh cleanliness is the only aroma surrounding them. In nice red and green dresses, with a hair updo per child, is how the children wait in the ride. Bright smiles await the people they will see. The people they will see once they drive past the chime of the bell and into the small town near who will only hear a faint rumble.

When the clock hits noon, the children leave. Out to the snow piled at their door still in the small town near who only heard a faint rumble. The smell of cold air fills each nose, and creates each smile. Now standing in their new warmest sweaters, they wait. They wait at the driveway as snowflakes fall onto each soft face.

When the clock hits one, a vehicle is driven down a long road approaching a small dark house covered in snow. As the car stops, three children jump out of the vehicle, finding three children in their new warmest sweaters. All embrace one another, finding the child of their size.

As the front door of the car opens, a woman and a man await. As the front door of the little house opens, a woman and a man wait. Each woman looks at each other and slowly joins hands, grasping tightly. A connection is created between the two. With the sister bond they crave, they look upon one another, trying to remember where their paths divided.