As John and I sat at the bar sipping on our beers, we watched our girls out on the dance floor making all of the men drool. I glanced down at my watch... and realized it had gotten quite late. We grabbed Jessi and Julie and began the stumble back to John's dorm since we were all very drunk by this point. When we reached his dorm room, we all tumbled clumsily down on to the bed, a drink still in each of our hands. We started a question game and it didn't take long at all before the topic of. As the light faded, we just stayed where we were, topping up the water and chatting cleverly, feeling no pain thanks to the wine. We called the guys randomly to switch on the light, and somehow they ended up with us in the bathroom. It was huge, with lots of space for the chairs they brought in, and even for the little table that they brought for the food platter. We languished there in our bubble cocoons, nibbling, sipping and chatting about all sorts of things. That was one of those blissful. She was sure she had heard a small voice. Suddenly a small dog puppy came behind trashcans and gave her a lick on her left cheek. She giggled. The fur of the dog was beautifully white much like the cold snow that surrounded her. "I'm Dorothy. Let's be friends,“ she spoke to it. "Why don't you be friends with me too?" a voice suddenly asked. Dorothy turned to see the bearded man next to her, when suddenly he took hold of her pigtails and pulled her towards him. "Show me how you lick lollipops,". Victoria had the girls change out of their dresses as they finished preparing the house for Christmas morning. They watched the local news, and the girls squealed as they saw themselves on television. Shortly after, the phone rang from family and friends telling them they saw them on the local news. Getting the now-excited twins to bed was a bigger challenge than Victoria had anticipated. They bathed, she read them three stories, and still they fought going to bed. “But we’ll miss Santa!”.