Underneath the Christmas Tree lay ripped up wrapping paper.

Up above the fire place was the empty glass of milk, and the tray with nothing but little crumbs of cookies.

A note from Santa, left during the night, as well as a smaller note from the family Elf-On-A-Shelf.

The adults of the family gathered in the living room, laughing and singing along to Christmas Carols on the Radio.

Outside, in the front yard, the kids, both young and old, played in the snow.

Snowmen used as shields from flying snowballs, giant hills of snow held sleds, waiting for them to slid down.

Shrieks filled the yard, as well as laughter.

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That is what Christmas is;

Having fun with family. Singing carols, the snowball fights out in the yard, the laughter filling the house.

That is the best Christmas to ever be.

Spend time with family, and you'll make the best memories.

Sure, the presents will be awesome for a while, but those never stay forever. The memories do.

The perfect Christmas.

Rival looked down at the town below the castle, smiling. Everything looked perfect... No chaos, no sadness. Everyone was happy. The little kids outside of the schoolhouse were happy to listen to the elder's stories of "battle," the women by the river were happy to have new arrivals coming soon, the new parents were happy to be holding their new child in their arms, everyone was happy. Rival sighed with relief as he turned towards the door. A servant had just opened the door, looking at him with a small, forever smile.

"May I help you, miss?" Rival asked.

"Your highness, it's the queen."

Rival found his legs moving towards the door.

"Which room is she in?" He asked, faltering to find out where she was.

The servant smiled. "Your highness, she's in the west wing."

Rival quickly ran to meet his wife up in the west wing.

'Everything is perfect, everything is perfect, everything is perfect,' he reminded himself with a big smile.

He soon got to the west wing, bursting through the door to see the queen, his wife, holding a baby. But... Something was wrong with them. They were smiling, both more perfect than the beautiful sunsets that repeated every night, more perfect than the village below. He paused, noticing his wife's cheeks. They used to be so full of blush, now they were pale. The baby and her were as still as the stone on the table.

Everything is perfect. All smiles, no visible pain, everything was perfect and the same every day. Everything is perfect until that day, when the queen decided that she had had enough of perfectness...

Now nothing is perfect. Nothing in the world is perfect, and Rival finally new that. Having learned the hard way.

Everything was perfect...

Honestly, I can't lie here. I definitely wish I was born in the Dark Ages. The crowns, dresses, practically everything of the royal people were beautiful. Even the clothes of the peasants, if that's the right term to use here, are truly the best clothes I've ever seen. Fantasy has got to be my favorite genre, and it's just because of all the clothes, jewelry, and castles that got me to love those. Just imagining running through a castle, or a field, in the fanciest dress and a crown on top of my head just makes me want time travel to be real. Even teh names are gorgeous!