“Whatever Miss Copycat. I totally called sweater dress today.” Alice said, crossing her small, green legs.

Rosalie just flipped her hair over her shoulder and lounged across the couch next to ours.

“What's with the coat? You going somewhere? Not that I object…ever.” Jacob said in a cocky tone.

“Aww I'm sorry, pup. I'll be staying here, where I belong. Just felt like dressing up a little. Doesn't matter to you, anyway.” she bit back, not even looking at him.

Jacob huffed and just went back to the task at hand. I heard some thuds from upstairs and gave Alice a worried look.

“Don't worry. They're probably just changing. They'll be down soon. Oh and you'll need to turn on track three of the second CD when they do.” she said, smiling.

I just nodded, still not quite understanding what was going on. Esme decided to join us, as Renesmee put the final touches on her completed birdhouse.

“Ladies and guy!” Emmett boomed from the top of the stairs.

You couldn't see him or any of the other Cullen men behind the giant mattress Emmett was holding in front of himself.

“Bella. Track—“ Edward shouted down from some unknown location.

“Three. Got it. Alice already told me.” I shouted back, pressing the correct buttons on the stereo remote I was holding.

The music of Jingle Bell Rock was now filling the room. I saw the mattress fall from Emmett's grip and onto the edge of the top stair. I could now see everyone was holding a mattress in a line and they were all in matching outfits with the same prop.

“Oh.” Esme said.

“My.” Rosalie added.

“God.” I finished.

We all sat there completely stunned.

The Cullen men were all there in white button up shirts, Christmas-themed ties, and either red or green silk boxers. All of them were holding their own Guitar Hero guitar with their mattresses. Emmett stepped onto the mattress and tipped it down, sliding down the staircase.

“Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock. Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring. Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun, now the jingle hop has begun.” Emmett sang, swinging his plastic guitar around crazily.

Edward slid down next, singing on his way down.