Chapter 60

After finding a fir as tall as Mike to make a Christmas tree, the four members of Mike's family began to decorate their home and Christmas tree.

In fact, other people have been preparing for Christmas for a long time, but the macks just have an atmosphere for Christmas, so they start dressing up every time it is close to Christmas Eve.

Their speed is very fast. It takes only one afternoon to make them look like a model.

The next day, Christmas Eve.

Mike got up early in the morning and looked at the falling snowflakes outside, showing a smile.

It's snowing.

When breakfast was ready, Mike shouted to the three brothers. Except for Clark, who got up obediently, Eric and Charles were still sealed by the quilt and struggling hard.

A moment later, Clark came down the stairs rubbing his messy hair.

"Good morning, Dad."

Mike nodded and handed the bread with jam in his hand.

"Thank you."

Clark said politely, took the bread and took a bite. Looking at the heavy snow outside the window, he seemed to think of something interesting. A pair of blue eyes flashed a smile.

Just as they were about to finish their breakfast, Eric and Charles ran down the stairs screaming.

"It's snowing! Woo!"

"Dad, why didn't you call me earlier!"

Mike's face darkened, looking at Charles, who was righteous, and his fingers flicked on his forehead.

"Ouch!"

Charles Victor Baba.

Mike said coldly, "call you, are you up?"

Clark followed Charles' tone and said, "Dear Dad, I'll sleep for a while, just for a while..."

"Hahaha!" Eric laughed at Charles.

Charles blushed, pointed to Eric and said, "you're not the same!"

Eric disdained, "I get up three seconds earlier than you!"

"What can I do in three seconds?"

"Anyway, it's three seconds earlier than you!"

"You..."

"Eat!"

Mike said coldly.

Charles and Eric: clever jpg.

If we want these two to quarrel, it will only be endless.

Clark pointed out and said, "eat quickly!"

The two people smiled, like a cat that ate fish. Looking at the snow outside, they were eager to try.

Gulped down the bread and eggs, gulped down the milk, and two little guys, who didn't even wash their faces, shouted and scattered their feet, rushed into the yard and began to run in the snow.

Mike shook his head with a smile, grabbed Clark who wanted to go out and said, "go, take down your gloves and hat."

"I don't need it!"

"I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about them."

"Oh..."

Clark quickly went upstairs, and Mike began to pack up the dishes.

The snow is flying, but it can't douse the children's happiness.

While washing dishes and chopsticks, Mike looked at the three people through the window, and a smile slowly hung from the corners of his mouth.

They ran in the yard and began to make snowmen in the yard, but they became uglier one by one.

After being laughed at by the two people, Eric, who was the ugliest in the pile, rushed up angrily and smashed all three snowmen.

"Ah! My father was smashed!"

Charles was ready to cry and looked at Eric with hatred.

Clark was stunned and said, "you're stacking dad?"

"Yeah? Very similar!"

"I thought you piled a short necked pig."

"Hahahaha!"

Eric laughed and tears were coming out.

Charles, with a dark face, bent over and kneaded a snowball and smashed at Eric.

"Pa!"

The snowball hit Eric's face, stuck his facial features, and stuck his laughter in his throat.

"Hahaha! Deserved it!"

Charles laughed at Eric, and Clark couldn't help raising his mouth.

Eric froze, reached out to wipe the snow off his face, and angrily dug out two snowballs and threw them out.

"Bang, bang!"

Snowballs flew by, one passed by, and one fell on Clark's head.

Eric looked at Clark awkwardly, showing a flattering smile. Seeing that Clark looked at him with bad eyes, he turned and ran away with his mouth still shouting.

"Don't come here!"

Clark sneered and hurried to catch up.

For a time, the snowball flew around, Charles also joined the game, and Clark soon smashed Eric into a snow child.

"You forced me!"

Eric pointed to the two, roared, turned and ran into the utility room.

When Clark and Charles looked at each other, Eric rushed out with a sneer and stood in front of them, holding his hands falsely. In their surprised eyes, several shovel and an iron basin appeared behind Eric, like a peacock opening the screen

"Ha! Die!"

Eric said coldly, waved his palm, and the shovel and iron basin began to move.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

The snowball rained on Clark and Charles.

They turned and ran.

"Hahahaha! Stop if you have the ability!"

Eric laughed wildly, waving his arms, and launched a powerful attack on the two men.

Charles and Clark separated, hid in a corner, and breathed softly.

Now, I should be able to hide for a while.

But what he didn't notice was that an iron basin had quietly appeared above his head, and it was full of cold snow.

The next second, snow poured down on Charles and buried him.

"Hahahaha!"

Eric laughed happily.

Just then, he saw several snowballs flying towards him quickly.

In a panic, shovel danced around him, blocking snowballs for him.

Just when he was proud, he saw Clark moving as fast as a phantom, and snowballs were smashing over.

It's horrible!

Eric screamed and hurriedly controlled the shovel to block his face. Then he waved his palm and the iron basin appeared to protect himself.

"Hoo!"

Looking at the snowballs blocked, Eric breathed a sigh of relief.

"Eric!"

With an angry cry, Charles strode out, gently touched his temple with the second finger of his right hand, and stared at Eric closely, and the invisible power of his heart began to surge.

"No!"

Eric twitched at the corner of his mouth.

The next second, he was controlled by Charles, and the 'protection' flying around him fell down.

"Brother! Hurry! Bury him in snow!"

Clark clenched his fist and sneered. He circled around Eric quickly. A little snowman appeared in the yard.

Charles dissipated his spiritual strength and made a face at Eric. Clark looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

"Too much!"

Eric struggled to run out of the snow, waved his arm, and the war began again.

Looking at the 'battle' in the yard, Mike smiled happily.

Somehow, he looked at the play of the three children, as if he had seen a big war.

Laughing and coming to the yard, Mike shouted to the three people, "pay attention, don't play with colds."

Clark doesn't matter, but Charles and Eric

"Huh?"

At this moment, Mike looked at the three people looking at him together, and said, "I warn you, don't mess around!"

"Wow! Catch Dad!"

Charles shouted, and the three of them acted quickly.

Flying snowballs came, and Mike turned around and ran.

For a time, laughter filled the whole yard.