With the aroma of roasting turkey filling the air, my family and I gathered around the Christmas light glow.

To be honest, didn't you think we were getting ready for the coziest Christmas ever? However, underlying that festive decade, there was a conflict developing in our living room that gave the storyline more of the feel of a sitcom than a Nollywood film.

It all started with strange feelings more like subtle vibes. You know that quiet before a storm when you can feel something's off but can't quite put your finger on it?

The sitting room was filled with tension, and it's glances were daggers; we did have a full-scale battle going on.

Our once harmonious holiday scene was threatening to turn into a chaotic comedy, and it seemed like I was the only one who cared about it.

I love our holiday traditions! They were like delicate glass ornaments on a precarious tree. You know, the kind that makes you cringe every time someone gets too close to it? Yeah, that was our family dynamic.

Even the Christmas frame I managed to place on the wall was feeling the heat; it was placed there with memories, but now you could practically hear the creaks of the strain.

Looking at my family from afar, our home looked like a Christmas card come to life, with everything carefully arranged, the scent of jollof rice and toasted bread wafting through the air, and the Christmas lights shining so bright that Christmas Eve.

Our family drama turned into a reality TV. show, complete with festive decorations, trying to hide the fact that we were one step away from a holiday meltdown.

I called for this gathering because I had grown tired; I said, It's been six months, and my parents couldn't stop fighting. I thought maybe, as it was getting closer to Christmas, they would soften their hearts, but no, it seemed like it was getting tougher.

Around last week, I heard them threatening each other with divorce. The worst part is that they couldn't even think about how I and my siblings would feel about the divorce.

Our normal family culture has been killed, and now Christmas is on its sick bed. If nothing is done, Christmas will die as well.

So I took it upon myself as the eldest among my siblings and decided to play detective, which just dug out some evidence. It was time to speak to the never-ending drama that had been our unwanted visitor for the past six months.

Em", I cleared my throat. Mum, dad is not cheating on you with precious, his colleague at work, and definitely doesn't have HIV.And dad and mom weren't having any sexual conversations with anyone.

I kept calm and read their expression for a while, and all I could read was a surprise. They were definitely surprised that their 19-year-old child was able to know the problem that they were facing.

It was very funny to think that they would hide such from me; I was no longer a child, for Christ sake!.

Dad, please, stop pretending; let's settle this once and for all, I said, looking at my mom.

" I am not settling anything until he explains the letter and why he was taking secret drugs ". My mom said:.

She was really hurting inside.

I am not explaining anything to her until he tells me who she normally talks with at 2:00 a.m.

Can you guys listen? I shouted to bring back their attention.

Dad's best friend, Ann, has been passing through a lot lately; Mom has been helping her out; you can ask for her phone to check her call history; my mom reluctantly gave my dad her phone.

And mom, here's the doctor's report and the picture of the woman who sent the appreciation letter to Dad." I handed the papers to my mom; it was the wedding picture of her and her husband. And Dad was taking those drugs for his sugar level, and he doesn't want you to know about it so that you won't get worried.

It was at that moment that they both realized that they were both fooling around. Their dreadful stair melted down to a pitiful one that was dressed in shame.

Am sorry, they both said in unison and hugged each other. I almost felt left out, until they opened their arms wide for me to join them. Shortly after, my siblings came to join us as well.

I finally released a sign of relief, feeling proud of myself that I saved Christmas.

Since you guys are good, we have a lot to do; tomorrow is Christmas." I said it so loudly that the next-door neighbor could hear me.

You are right, dear; I will get the kitchen ready, as my mom said.

And I will get a new Christmas decoration for the house, my dad said as well.

I and my sibling sat in the sitting room, watching my parents walk up and down, chatting all the way, and it gave us joy that we didn't even know when we were sleeping off in the sitting room.

The next morning, yeah! It was Christmas morning—the moment I waited for.

I lazily stood up from the couch, where I dozed off, and realized that everyone slept there as well.

After I woke everyone up, we all gathered around to say a prayer and to thank God for this beautiful season and for making us walk in the correct direction.

I finally brought out my phone camera and gathered my family for a selfie, using the phrase saving Christmas.😍