It was 6:00 AM on Christmas morning.
The sun rose lazily over the island, painting the skies in gentle shades of peach and gold.
The mansion, wrapped in the glow of fairy lights, buzzed with excitement and the melodies of soft carols playing from the central speakers.
The refreshing smell of hot cocoa and coffee wafted through the air as the family gathered around the Christmas tree, all dressed in captivating red and white Christmas costumes– hugging and wishing each other a Merry Christmas in hushed voices.
Maria came forward, already dressed in her mother's Christmas costume, her eyes lit up in excitement as she prepared to lead the group.
Standing closely beside her was Gregory, also clad in a Santa costume with a funny-looking long white beard moustache and carrying a bag containing beautifully wrapped gifts.
"Are we ready?" Maria called out in a hushed voice, her eyes beaming with pride.
"Yes." Everyone chorused.
"Then let's go."
