I stared at him, confused.

"Go away, you idiot!" Ike suddenly screamed.

"What are you wiggin' about, Ike!?" I asked, getting rather frightened by my brothers strange behavior.

He looked confused for a minute. "Oh... um, nevermind."

"Alright, I'm up, I'm up!" Zac grunted, forcing himself up.

"You WILL be paying for this later." Ike said.

"Paying for what!?" I exclaimed. They were repeating our exact conversation from yesterday!

"For... um.. whatever!" Ike stuttered. I sighed as we continued down the hallway. I immediately sat down at the breakfast table, anticipating French toast.

When we were done breakfast, I waited in the living room until I heard my dad announce it was time for presents. The whole family piled in and we started opening presents.

My gifts were not as nice receiving them for the second time.

"Wait a minute!" I thought. "Maybe if Avery wishes for something else, everything will go back to normal!"

When she removed her wishing necklace from it's box, I spoke up.

"Hey, you should wish that you'd have all the Barbie's in the world!" I suggested.

She thought for a minute before her forehead creased into a frown. "Nah, I got something else!"

I groaned inwardly as she, once again, wrote down her wish.

"I wished that this Christmas would last forever!" Her eyes shone.

Everyone was quiet for a minute, before she spoke out again. "Yeah it is!" She said. "If I wished it, it'll happen."

"Um, who are you talking to?" I asked gently.

"Didn't you just ask me...?" She said with a puzzled look on her face.

"Clean-up time!" My mom announced brightly. We all groaned. Once again, when everything was cleaned up, it was one o'clock, and me, Ike, and Zac were outside in the snow.

Our snowman was, once again, almost done. I anticipated Ike's request and put a small pile of rocks near the snowman for the eyes and mouth.

"Tay, can you get some rocks for the eyes?" Ike asked me.

"I put some right there." I pointed to them.

"From underneath the hedges." He said suddenly.

"I put them right there!" I screamed.

"Huh?" He snapped out of a trace. "Oh, yeah, thanks."

When our snowman was done, my dad ran out with a camera and took a quick picture. He had just gone inside when Scott Wilson and Deanna Barlow, again, walked up, arm in arm.

"Well, well, well!" Scott scoffed. "If it isn't the Hanson girls! Having fun in the snow?" Isaac whipped a snowball at Scott (AGAIN!), which hit him smack in the middle of the face (AGAIN!). Ike smirked. "I am now."

"Wait a minute!" I thought suddenly. "If this day will keep repeating over and over again, I can do anything I want!" A surge of exhilaration ran through me as I marched up to them. Well, mainly Deanna as Scott sputtered at Ike.

"Hey." I said. Damn, this chick was hot!

"Hey." She grinned, flashing a perfect set of keyboard teeth.

"Are you talkin' to my chick?" Scott broke in, wiping snow from his face.

"Y'think?" I asked sarcastically.

"I don't want to flirting with her, she's taken? And anyways, she's not a lesbian, she'd never go out with you." He smirked.

"Why don't you ler HER decide that?" I shot back, crossing my arms over my chest. "And if I WANNA flirt with your girlfriend, then I WILL! And if I WANT TO kiss your girlfriend, I WILL!"

With that, I turned to Deanna and placed my lips over hers. She was in no struggle to get away, and neither was I.

***

"What were you thinking!?" My mom demanded as she placed an ice pack on my black eye. "Didn't you realize that kid was bigger and stronger than you!?"

"I guess not." I said softly. She sighed and gave me a hug.

"Go upstairs and rest." She ordered. "I'll call you for dinner."

I trudged up the stairs. The pain in my eye was... very painful! I marched into the bathroom and removed the ice pack.

"Yuck!" I thought, examining my swelled eyes. "This looks disgusting!"

My train of thought was broken by the doorbell ringing.

"Taylor, door's for you!" Zac screamed up the stairs. I jumped down them to face none other than Deanna at the door.

I dropped my ice pack on the floor in surprise.

She grimaced at the sight of my eye.

"Sorry about that." She smiled. "He shouldn't have punched you."

"It's OK." I grinned. "I think it looks manly, don't you?"

She laughed before turning and walking down the steps. "I just came by to say sorry!"

"It's ok." I replied. "Bye!" I shut the door behind me, sighing as I returned to the warmth of the house.

"Dinner!" My mom called.

"Christmas dinner... AGAIN!" I thought bitterly. I didn't care what it took, I would make this... repeating Christmas stop somehow!