& Mrs. Lawson had yawned more times than I could count. I knew it was time that I should probably head back to my sister’s, but sitting on the couch, wrapped in Andrew's arms, was the best place I’d been in a long time and I didn't want to leave. Being with his family on Christmas Eve was so much different than my own. My parents barely stayed around in the winter and my sister basically took any night I was around as an excuse to use me as a babysitter. I would have probably been watching cartoons with the kids and getting them ready for bed while she was still wrapping presents. It was good to be somewhere where I felt like more than a babysitter. "Well, it's about time this old man hit the hay," Mr. Lawson said, standing up from his recliner. "Marion, do you care to join me or are you going to stay up with the kids?" Mrs. Lawson looked up from her spot in the opposite recliner, her eyes fluttering briefly before she jolted herself awake. "I guess I should be joining you." "Andrew, I'm sure you won’t mind putting out the fire before you and Etta leave?" Mr.
