Hey... Just felt like writing and therefore I wanted to add a little bit to this... Hope you'll like it!

Edit: I changed the last part a lot... I wasn't really happy with it right from the start and today I felt like writing, so I changed it a little... *wink*

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Annie and her mother were outside in the snow. They had been walking around in the park for a while, before they found a calm place to built their snowman.
Annie loved the snow. Actually it was the first time she experianced snow for real. And it seemed she couldn't get enough of it.
They had put together three balls of snow and put it each on top of the other. Now they were searching for something to make eyes, mouth and nose.
"What about this for the nose?" Annie asked, holding up a piece of a brench.
"That's perfect," her mother agreed. Then she spotted some small stones, over there where they had taken the snow for the man, and said: "And here we have eyes and mouth..."
Annie giggled happily as they went back to give Mr. Snowman a face. When it was done, they both looked at the snowy sculpture with a smile, agreeing that this was the best snowman the world had ever seen.
"C'mon, let's make a photo!" Annie exclaimed happily, her cheeks red from the cold and the excitement.
Her mother agreed, glad to see her daughter so happy after last day's events. So she took dozens of pictures while Annie was posing in front of the snowman.
Then it started to snow again, and it also became a little windy.
"I think we better go back now," the woman said.
Annie looked back at her mother with a sad expression on her face. "Noooo..." she said, "I wanna stay and make another snowman, or let's make some angels in the snow... like the did in that TV show..." And with that she let herself fall into the snow. And lying on her back she moved her arms and legs up and down to create the image of an angel in the snow....
Her mother couldn't help laughing and then with a shrug she let her self fall into the snow too, copying her daughters actions. And they both laughed happily.
Then Annie stopped and looked seriously at her mother. "Do you think real angels like the snow too?"
The smile on the woman's face immediately vanished. She had hoped her daughter could forget all that stuff, but it seems that wasn't possible. She sighed and then answered: "I'm not sure... maybe they do..."

Meanwhile on the other side of the town, Phoebe was sighing frustrated. Holding up the snowstorm globe, she exclaimed: "Ok then tell me what's wrong with that!?!"
"There is nothing wrong with that... I'm just not sure if that's the right gift for someone like Julian..." Cole explained.
Phoebe growled frustrated: "But tell me what is the right gift for him. Do you know that?"
"No I don't," Cole admited, "and actually I thought the diner would be the gift..."
Phoebe's look softened: "I see... But do you really thing that Christmas is perfect without at least one little nice gift?"
Now it was Cole who sighed. His wife was right, he knew. But still he had no idea what to give to Julian. God, he didn't even know him good enough. All he knew was that he was a witch that got demonic powers and that he was helping his former other half... That wasn't enough to find a real * gift. "Maybe we can give him something practical..." he finally suggested.
"Practical like in...?"
"I don't know... I pillow, an umbrella... I don't know Phoebe!" Cole exclaimed.
"An umbrella? Since when does it rain in the underwolrd...?"
Cole just shrugged and hoped that no one else had heard this comment...
"Wait..." Phoebe suddenly said, and idea forming in her brain.
"What?" Cole asked looking at her, knowing that look in her eyes. She had an idea, and he desperately hoped it was a good one. He hadn't the energy for another useless-gift-fight.
"Julian, is a geek right? He loves computers..." the empath said. Cole looked at her frowning, then he nodded. "So what if go back to that computer store and ask if there is anything new on the market... anything he would like to have, maybe... Something useful for him..."
Cole stared at her for a moment, then slowly, oh so slowly a smile appeared on his face, before he hugged his wife tightly so that she almost let the snowstorm globe drop and exclaimed: "Phoebe you're amazing! That's a great idea!"
Then he let go and moved towards the exit of the shop: "Come on," he said, gesturing her to follow.
"Go ahead, I'll be there in a minute!" she said. And when he left she took the snowstorm globe and went to the cashpoint to buy it, before she followed her husband to the computer store.

"Oh that smells delicious!" Angela exclaimed when Bianca pulled her into the kitchen.
Piper smiled a little embarrassed. Then she put down the spoon, whipped her hands clean on a towel and went over to hug their guest. "It's good to have you here," she said to great her.
Angela returned the hug warmly: "Yeah, I'm happy that you invited us."
Then both women noticed that Bianca was smiling in pure happiness and joy, and that she was too excited to stand still for a second. She was so glad about Pipers earlier offer and she couldn't wait to hear what Angela would say. And when the turned to her she exclaimed: "Come on Piper, ask her!!!"
Piper laughed about her daughter in law acting like a child that couldn't wait to open her gifts. It was good to see her so happy, same as Chris.
Meanwhile Angela looked at both of them confused, not understanding what was going on. How could she, she just had arrived a few moments ago.
Piper then shook her head and turned to the young woman, who was frowning by now. "Well," she started, "we don't know about your plans for tomorrow, but... the weather is so unsteady and stormy and snowy... and you have also gifts for the kids, so..."
Angela was still frowning, not understanding what Piper was talking about.
But Bianca couldn't take that beating around the bush anymore so she said: "Do you wanna stay overnight?"
Her eyes wide, and her eyebrows raised Angela asked confused: "What?"
Piper smiled at her kindly and let her to the table to sit down, while she took a seat next to her, and Bianca on the opposite side facing them. Then the oldest of the Charmed Ones explained: "We thought that when you drive home later, it'll be dangerous, because of all the snow and the darkness, and maybe the streets will be frozen... And we also thought it would be nice if you could see the kids when they open their gifts tomorrow..."
Angela was speechless. She had never ever expected such an offer. But on the other hand she felt happy about that, so she agreed: "Of course we stay if you really want us to, but only if we that really isn't a problem."
Piper smiled: "No it isn't you're welcome here... always."
Bianca jumped up from her chair again to hug her friend tightly: "Oh I'm so happy that you're staying."
"Yeah, me too but I need air..." Angela replied laughing, making Piper chuckle.
Bianca then grabbed her hand and pulled her up again: "Come on we have to tell Chris and Mike..."
Piper followed them with her eyes when she left the kitchen. She smiled, happy that they would be all together those days.
Right that moment blue orbs appeared and formed into her husband.
"Hey," she greeted him and gave him a kiss.
Leo pulled his arms around her and smiled: "I've overheard your talk... that was a great idea."
Piper grinned: "I hope so... How was it up there?"
Leo shrugged: "Nothing important, they are just a little nervous about the party, but 'm sure it'll be fun..."
Piper snuggled closer into his arms, sighing contented. "You know what?" she asked then, but answered the question right away. "We have a wonderful family..."
Leo nodded in agreement and hold her even closer: "Yes we have..."

When Michael had had entered the livingroom, Wyatt immediately had ran over to him. So Michael had taken him to his arms to say hello. Then he had greeted Victor and of course Chris, who was really happy to see him. Then Leo had been there to say that he had to go for a moment... But now he had time to tell his story to his friend, to tell bin what he found...
"So what is it?" Chris asked frowning.
Michael looked at Victor who smiled back at him and said: "I guess I'll see what Piper..."
"Oh no grandpa... you don't have to leave... I mean..." Chris turned to Michael, "or is it a secret?"
Michael laughed: "No... not really..."
Victor nodded and sat down again but was already distracted the next moment, when Wyatt came to him to show him his favorite car.
Chris and Michael sat down on the opposite site and the first one looked at his friend expectantly.
"Well... it's about Amy..." Michael said then.
Chris looked at him confused, not understanding. Who was he talking about? He doesn't know any Amy... he... 'Oh my God," he thought when he realised who he meant. "You mean..." he wanted to ask to be sure.
But Michael interrupted him: "I mean the Amy we left in the Middle Age to have a happy life with Gareth the young night she fell in love with..."
Chris just nodded: "But what? Don't tell me she's back or something..."
Michael grinned: "No, I'm sure she's dead since a pretty long time."
Now Chris looked confused at his friend again. He had no idea what his friend wanted to tell him, his words made not much sense to his brain.
"Well... I know it sounds weird," Michael went on, "but she wrote me a letter. Angela found it yesterday evening in an old book."
"A letter?" the Elder-witch asked not believing his ears.
Michael nodded: "It was somehow magical hidden - at least that's what she wrote."
Chris just nodded waiting for his friend to go on. This was all so surreal, but he believed his friend, Michael had no reason to make up such a story.
"She wrote that they managed to secretly escape the death without altering the legend, of course by magic. And when everyone thought Gareth was dead she orbed with him back to America," Michael explained, while Chris just looked at him amazed by what he was hearing from his friend. "She wrote that they finally - after some difficulties - joined a tribe of native americans who lived in the area of San Francisco. And by the time she wrote that letter, she had already two children with him, a boy and a girl. She wrote that they lived a happy life here. it seems Gareth needed some time to get used to the simple live of the tribe but then finally the felt like home here..."
"Wow," Chris muttered. He was glad to hear that they seemingly had the good life she deserved. Even if she had been working against them at first, Chris felt sympathy for her. And even if he knew not much about Gareth, he seemed to him like a very fine man. So yeah, he was happy to know that they had a good life.
"So you're not angry?" Michael asked.
"What? Why should I?"
"Well... Amy thought you'd be angry because this letter is a risk. If it had appeared in the wrong hands..."
Chris sighed. THAT was indeed true. But today was Christmas Even and he didn't feel like being angry. So he just smiled at Michael and said: "But it didn't..."
Victor who had followed their conversation partly, smiled. It was good to see Chris like this, easy with himself and the world around him, without that little wrinkle of worry between his eyes.
"Well..." Michael then started again, "I thought... maybe next year someday, we could try to find her grave... I mean she said, she wasn't sure if she would stay here forever, but... maybe she did. And there is this reservation outside and..."
Chris smiled and nodded, while Victor chuckled, but more about Wyatt then about the two adults.
Right that moment Bianca and Angela entered the room, both smiling a 1000 watt smile.
"What happened?" Michael asked frowning.
"Well... " Angela said and walked over to him to sit on his lap, "Piper invited us."
"For what?" Chris now asked.
Bianca, who sat down by Chris sighed and kissed his cheek answered: "They will stay over night. it's saver with all the snow-storm outside and this way, they'll be here when the kids open their gifts tomorrow."
Michael and Chris looked at each other, then at their wives again and then they both exclaimed: "You're kidding!"
"Nope," Angela said and gave Michael a kiss.
"Wow, that's great!" exclaimed Chris and Michael agreed.
The Elder-witch hugged his wife tightly. That were really great news. Michael and Angela were his best friends, they were almost family, and them being around on Christmas was like a great gift.
"So it seems, Piper managed to get all room occupied," Victor said chuckling, happy to see that Chris was happy. he knew what those two meant to his grandson, and he couldn't deny that he liked Michael and Angela too.
Chris then looked at his watch... They still had a lot of time before the diner, Phoebe and Cole were still somewhere at the mall and Kyle wasn't here either. He sighed, while his curiosity was getting the best out of him.
He turned to his friend and smiled: "You know... we still have some time. Do you like to have a little trip in the snow?" And when he saw Michael frowning he added: "I thought we could orb to that place you talked about, and see what we can find, what do you think?"
Angela who immediately understood shook her head: "Oh no... not today... You can't do that..."
Bianca, even she didn't know what's going on agreed: "Today is Christmas Eve, you will go nowhere, except maybe the kitchen to help you mom, understand!"
Victor couldn't help chuckling, while he observed them. He knew Chris very well, and he knew they would leave... sooner or later. But he couldn't think about this much, because Wyatt asked him to play with him, which he happily did.
Chris meanwhile looked at Michael who nodded. Of course his friend was as curious as him. Then he turned to his wife, playing the puppy-eye-card and said: "Oh come one... we still have so much time, and we'll be only an orb away..."

Julian sat in front of his computer. Distractedly he moved the courser over the screen. There was nothing going on those days. It seems even the demons took a rest during the Christmas time.
He sighed. He missed all that stuff... the singings, the tree, the gifts, his nephews and nieces... His family... Yeah he missed his family.
It was hard to be closed out by them, they just couldn't accept who he became in this past one and a half year. But there was no way back for him so he had to deal with that.
Nevertheless he cursed Zankou for what he did to him. As if it wasn't enough to be trapped in his cell for half a year, no, he had to turn him into something, which his own mother had called a monster.
He shook his head. No, he wasn't like that. He was anything else then a monster. He was still him, Julian Marsh, born and raised as a witch, as a protector of the good side. And that's what he still did, didn't he? So why couldn't his family understand?
"Are you ok?" Belthazor asked suddenly. He had stepped behind him without Julian noticing it.
"Yeah I'm fine," he replied, but his voice was a sad one.
Belthazor nodded: "If there's anything I could do, I..." He stopped, unsure what to say.
Julian looked at him with a weak smile. And he couldn't help thinking that there wasat least one person who cared about him, like his family should do... even if it was weird that this person was a demon. "No, thanks," he said then and rose, "I have to go anyway. I'm meeting the demon from the east in a couple of minutes..."
The source nodded: "Be careful."
Julian nodded. "I will," he finally replied. And then, driven by a sudden need, he hugged the demon tightly. That moment it didn't matter that Belthazor was the source of all evil, he knew he was a good person. He was his friend, and that meant so much more to him.
When he let go of him, and looked in his eyes, he saw a mixture of shock and confusen there, and he couldn't help smiling about that. The source of all evil scared by a little friendly affection - what a funny picture.
"It'll take a while, I won't be back before eleven..." he said and then shimmered away.
Belthazor watched him disappear. Then he smiled, still not really understanding what had happened, even if it had felt good to know that Julian saw a friend in him, too. And then his smile grew even wider when he thought: 'Julian will freak out when he'll be back. He will have his Christmas, the Christmas that he deserves.'

Ok, here you have tiny tiny little update... But really, belén, now it's your turn. I don't wanna push you or anything. But I know for a fact that no one else will be able to discribe that thing with the cementary as good as you! *wink* And we really nweed that part now, at this point.

Chrissy.W.x wrote:"Oh that smells delicious!" Angela exclaimed when Bianca pulled her into the kitchen.
Piper smiled a little embarrassed. Then she put down the spoon, whipped her hands clean on a towel and went over to hug their guest. "It's good to have you here," she said to great her.
Angela returned the hug warmly: "Yeah, I'm happy that you invited us."
Then both women noticed that Bianca was smiling in pure happiness and joy, and that she was too excited to stand still for a second. She was so glad about Pipers earlier offer and she couldn't wait to hear what Angela would say. And when the turned to her she exclaimed: "Come on Piper, ask her!!!"
Piper laughed about her daughter in law acting like a child that couldn't wait to open her gifts. It was good to see her so happy, same as Chris.
Meanwhile Angela looked at both of them confused, not understanding what was going on. How could she, she just had arrived a few moments ago.
Piper then shook her head and turned to the young woman, who was frowning by now. "Well," she started, "we don't know about your plans for tomorrow, but... the weather is so unsteady and stormy and snowy... and you have also gifts for the kids, so..."
Angela was still frowning, not understanding what Piper was talking about.
But Bianca couldn't take that beating around the bush anymore so she said: "Do you wanna stay overnight?"
Her eyes wide, and her eyebrows raised Angela asked confused: "What?"
Piper smiled at her kindly and let her to the table to sit down, while she took a seat next to her, and Bianca on the opposite side facing them. Then the oldest of the Charmed Ones explained: "We thought that when you drive home later, it'll be dangerous, because of all the snow and the darkness, and maybe the streets will be frozen... And we also thought it would be nice if you could see the kids when they open their gifts tomorrow..."
Angela was speechless. She had never ever expected such an offer. But on the other hand she felt happy about that, so she agreed: "Of course we stay if you really want us to, but only if we that really isn't a problem."
Piper smiled: "No it isn't you're welcome here... always."
Bianca jumped up from her chair again to hug her friend tightly: "Oh I'm so happy that you're staying."
"Yeah, me too but I need air..." Angela replied laughing, making Piper chuckle.
Bianca then grabbed her hand and pulled her up again: "Come on we have to tell Chris and Mike..."
Piper followed them with her eyes when she left the kitchen. She smiled, happy that they would be all together those days.
Right that moment blue orbs appeared and formed into her husband.
"Hey," she greeted him and gave him a kiss.
Leo pulled his arms around her and smiled: "I've overheard your talk... that was a great idea."
Piper grinned: "I hope so... How was it up there?"
Leo shrugged: "Nothing important, they are just a little nervous about the party, but 'm sure it'll be fun..."
Piper snuggled closer into his arms, sighing contented. "You know what?" she asked then, but answered the question right away. "We have a wonderful family..."
Leo nodded in agreement and hold her even closer: "Yes we have..."

When Michael had had entered the livingroom, Wyatt immediately had ran over to him. So Michael had taken him to his arms to say hello. Then he had greeted Victor and of course Chris, who was really happy to see him. Then Leo had been there to say that he had to go for a moment... But now he had time to tell his story to his friend, to tell bin what he found...
"So what is it?" Chris asked frowning.
Michael looked at Victor who smiled back at him and said: "I guess I'll see what Piper..."
"Oh no grandpa... you don't have to leave... I mean..." Chris turned to Michael, "or is it a secret?"
Michael laughed: "No... not really..."
Victor nodded and sat down again but was already distracted the next moment, when Wyatt came to him to show him his favorite car.
Chris and Michael sat down on the opposite site and the first one looked at his friend expectantly.
"Well... it's about Amy..." Michael said then.
Chris looked at him confused, not understanding. Who was he talking about? He doesn't know any Amy... he... 'Oh my God," he thought when he realised who he meant. "You mean..." he wanted to ask to be sure.
But Michael interrupted him: "I mean the Amy we left in the Middle Age to have a happy life with Gareth the young night she fell in love with..."
Chris just nodded: "But what? Don't tell me she's back or something..."
Michael grinned: "No, I'm sure she's dead since a pretty long time."
Now Chris looked confused at his friend again. He had no idea what his friend wanted to tell him, his words made not much sense to his brain.
"Well... I know it sounds weird," Michael went on, "but she wrote me a letter. Angela found it yesterday evening in an old book."
"A letter?" the Elder-witch asked not believing his ears.
Michael nodded: "It was somehow magical hidden - at least that's what she wrote."
Chris just nodded waiting for his friend to go on. This was all so surreal, but he believed his friend, Michael had no reason to make up such a story.
"She wrote that they managed to secretly escape the death without altering the legend, of course by magic. And when everyone thought Gareth was dead she orbed with him back to America," Michael explained, while Chris just looked at him amazed by what he was hearing from his friend. "She wrote that they finally - after some difficulties - joined a tribe of native americans who lived in the area of San Francisco. And by the time she wrote that letter, she had already two children with him, a boy and a girl. She wrote that they lived a happy life here. it seems Gareth needed some time to get used to the simple live of the tribe but then finally the felt like home here..."
"Wow," Chris muttered. He was glad to hear that they seemingly had the good life she deserved. Even if she had been working against them at first, Chris felt sympathy for her. And even if he knew not much about Gareth, he seemed to him like a very fine man. So yeah, he was happy to know that they had a good life.
"So you're not angry?" Michael asked.
"What? Why should I?"
"Well... Amy thought you'd be angry because this letter is a risk. If it had appeared in the wrong hands..."
Chris sighed. THAT was indeed true. But today was Christmas Even and he didn't feel like being angry. So he just smiled at Michael and said: "But it didn't..."
Victor who had followed their conversation partly, smiled. It was good to see Chris like this, easy with himself and the world around him, without that little wrinkle of worry between his eyes.
"Well..." Michael then started again, "I thought... maybe next year someday, we could try to find her grave... I mean she said, she wasn't sure if she would stay here forever, but... maybe she did. And there is this reservation outside and..."
Chris smiled and nodded, while Victor chuckled, but more about Wyatt then about the two adults.
Right that moment Bianca and Angela entered the room, both smiling a 1000 watt smile.
"What happened?" Michael asked frowning.
"Well... " Angela said and walked over to him to sit on his lap, "Piper invited us."
"For what?" Chris now asked.
Bianca, who sat down by Chris sighed and kissed his cheek answered: "They will stay over night. it's saver with all the snow-storm outside and this way, they'll be here when the kids open their gifts tomorrow."
Michael and Chris looked at each other, then at their wives again and then they both exclaimed: "You're kidding!"
"Nope," Angela said and gave Michael a kiss.
"Wow, that's great!" exclaimed Chris and Michael agreed.
The Elder-witch hugged his wife tightly. That were really great news. Michael and Angela were his best friends, they were almost family, and them being around on Christmas was like a great gift.
"So it seems, Piper managed to get all room occupied," Victor said chuckling, happy to see that Chris was happy. he knew what those two meant to his grandson, and he couldn't deny that he liked Michael and Angela too.
Chris then looked at his watch... They still had a lot of time before the diner, Phoebe and Cole were still somewhere at the mall and Kyle wasn't here either. He sighed, while his curiosity was getting the best out of him.
He turned to his friend and smiled: "You know... we still have some time. Do you like to have a little trip in the snow?" And when he saw Michael frowning he added: "I thought we could orb to that place you talked about, and see what we can find, what do you think?"
Angela who immediately understood shook her head: "Oh no... not today... You can't do that..."
Bianca, even she didn't know what's going on agreed: "Today is Christmas Eve, you will go nowhere, except maybe the kitchen to help you mom, understand!"
Victor couldn't help chuckling, while he observed them. He knew Chris very well, and he knew they would leave... sooner or later. But he couldn't think about this much, because Wyatt asked him to play with him, which he happily did.
Chris meanwhile looked at Michael who nodded. Of course his friend was as curious as him. Then he turned to his wife, playing the puppy-eye-card and said: "Oh come one... we still have so much time, and we'll be only an orb away..."

Julian sat in front of his computer. Distractedly he moved the courser over the screen. There was nothing going on those days. It seems even the demons took a rest during the Christmas time.
He sighed. He missed all that stuff... the singings, the tree, the gifts, his nephews and nieces... His family... Yeah he missed his family.
It was hard to be closed out by them, they just couldn't accept who he became in this past one and a half year. But there was no way back for him so he had to deal with that.
Nevertheless he cursed Zankou for what he did to him. As if it wasn't enough to be trapped in his cell for half a year, no, he had to turn him into something, which his own mother had called a monster.
He shook his head. No, he wasn't like that. He was anything else then a monster. He was still him, Julian Marsh, born and raised as a witch, as a protector of the good side. And that's what he still did, didn't he? So why couldn't his family understand?
"Are you ok?" Belthazor asked suddenly. He had stepped behind him without Julian noticing it.
"Yeah I'm fine," he replied, but his voice was a sad one.
Belthazor nodded: "If there's anything I could do, I..." He stopped, unsure what to say.
Julian looked at him with a weak smile. And he couldn't help thinking that there wasat least one person who cared about him, like his family should do... even if it was weird that this person was a demon. "No, thanks," he said then and rose, "I have to go anyway. I'm meeting the demon from the east in a couple of minutes..."
The source nodded: "Be careful."
Julian nodded. "I will," he finally replied. And then, driven by a sudden need, he hugged the demon tightly. That moment it didn't matter that Belthazor was the source of all evil, he knew he was a good person. He was his friend, and that meant so much more to him.
When he let go of him, and looked in his eyes, he saw a mixture of shock and confusen there, and he couldn't help smiling about that. The source of all evil scared by a little friendly affection - what a funny picture.
"It'll take a while, I won't be back before eleven..." he said and then shimmered away.
Belthazor watched him disappear. Then he smiled, still not really understanding what had happened, even if it had felt good to know that Julian saw a friend in him, too. And then his smile grew even wider when he thought: 'Julian will freak out when he'll be back. He will have his Christmas, the Christmas that he deserves.'

Kyle sighed as he leaned back against the table in his office. It was already his freetime, but he was waiting for Darryl. He had promised him to wait for him at the office to take the gifts he had for the Halliwell-kids to the manor.
Darryl and his family couldn't visit them (even if they had been invited) because they would fly over to LA to visit Sheila's parents. So Kyle did him the favor to pass on the gifts for them.
Then the young man leand forward again, his chin resting on his hands on his desk. He sighed, while he eyed the little box in front of him. He had given Piper his presnts for the kids a few days ago, but this on was not for them, it was for Paige.
Again he opened the box to look at that silver necklace he had baught for her. The chain was made of different sizes of rings and there was a little heart put on it. On the left side of the heart there was a little, very little diamond. The necklace had cost him a lot, maybe even more than a little vacation would have, but that didn't matter to him. Paige was worth all of that, even more...
Right that moment there was a knock on the door, and the next Darryl entered with a bag. "Hey," he said, placing the bag on Kyle's desk. "Sorry that I'm late, but you know... Sheila had the weird feeling that she forgot something... so it took us an additional half an hour to leave."
Kyle smiled at his friend: "Don't worry... it's still a while before diner starts..."
Darryl nodded: "I wish we could be there, it'll be surely a lot of fun."
"Yeah, I'm sure of that..."
Then Darryl spotted the necklace. "Wow," he said. "for Paige?" Kyle nodded. "This isn't a real diamond, is it?" his friend asked them.
Kyle smiled widely: "It is!"
Darryl whistled: "Man you really have fallen for her..."
Now Kyle laughed: "Oh yeah... you've now idea how much..."
Darryl nodded understanding. Then he sighed: "Alright I need to go. Have a merry Christmas and greet the Halliwells from us."
"I will, merry Christmas to your and your family, too." Kyle replied, standing up and giving his friend a hug.
Darryl hugged him back before he left the office with another "Merry Christmas."
Kyle sighed as the door closed. Then he put the necklace back into it's box and placed it in his bag. Then he grabbed the bag Darryl haf left on his table and left his office... to have the most wonderful Christmas in his life...

Ok... I was lost, I know. Too busy... You know that. But I felt bad, so I tried to write. I am not very happy with this, but you have something to read and maybe to inspire you. Let me know if I made mistakes which probably happened, especially with Amy's stuff. I didn't want to enter in many details because I wasn't even sure of Amy's last name, and it took me like two hours of writing without revising first!! So if there are mistakes you can fix, feel free to do so. If you can't, let me know, and I will. I guess we had something to do with this and Chris and the indian guy, so that's why i just cut the shot here, so as to continue . Ok, apart from that... Love yours!!! And sorry again. It'll take me a while till next time... Thanks Saint Josepph!! I had a day off today!

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Kyle sighed as he leaned back against the table in his office. It was already his freetime, but he was waiting for Darryl. He had promised him to wait for him at the office to take the gifts he had for the Halliwell-kids to the manor.
Darryl and his family couldn't visit them (even if they had been invited) because they would fly over to LA to visit Sheila's parents. So Kyle did him the favor to pass on the gifts for them.
Then the young man leand forward again, his chin resting on his hands on his desk. He sighed, while he eyed the little box in front of him. He had given Piper his presnts for the kids a few days ago, but this on was not for them, it was for Paige.
Again he opened the box to look at that silver necklace he had baught for her. The chain was made of different sizes of rings and there was a little heart put on it. On the left side of the heart there was a little, very little diamond. The necklace had cost him a lot, maybe even more than a little vacation would have, but that didn't matter to him. Paige was worth all of that, even more...
Right that moment there was a knock on the door, and the next Darryl entered with a bag. "Hey," he said, placing the bag on Kyle's desk. "Sorry that I'm late, but you know... Sheila had the weird feeling that she forgot something... so it took us an additional half an hour to leave."
Kyle smiled at his friend: "Don't worry... it's still a while before diner starts..."
Darryl nodded: "I wish we could be there, it'll be surely a lot of fun."
"Yeah, I'm sure of that..."
Then Darryl spotted the necklace. "Wow," he said. "for Paige?" Kyle nodded. "This isn't a real diamond, is it?" his friend asked them.
Kyle smiled widely: "It is!"
Darryl whistled: "Man you really have fallen for her..."
Now Kyle laughed: "Oh yeah... you've now idea how much..."
Darryl nodded understanding. Then he sighed: "Alright I need to go. Have a merry Christmas and greet the Halliwells from us."
"I will, merry Christmas to your and your family, too." Kyle replied, standing up and giving his friend a hug.
Darryl hugged him back before he left the office with another "Merry Christmas."
Kyle sighed as the door closed. Then he put the necklace back into it's box and placed it in his bag. Then he grabbed the bag Darryl haf left on his table and left his office... to have the most wonderful Christmas in his life...

-So... This is the place! Awesome...- Chris was shaking violently, something you could even say from his tremulous talk; nothing odd, when you’re in shirt-sleeves in the middle of a snow-covered cemetery in the middle of a dying down Indian reservation in the middle of the nothingness! Not surprising that Chris’s mood was again a little weird...

-Told you, you should have taken a coat...-

-And the scarf, hat, gloves, a lighter, the central heating, maybe some demon with fireballs...- Chris grumbled, with his arms strongly folded so as to cover himself with his own body and warm his cold members. Michael held back a laugh. Things were not precisely good to make fun, so he just glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes, and sighed.

-Right...-

-Look:- Chris interrupted, turning to him at the time he made some exaggerated gestures with his hands. Actually, that seemed to be good for the cold! –First, you could have told me right before I orbed you here, not when we were actually orbing; second, I never think of wrapping myself in layers and layers of clothes when I orb! I just don’t!

-Well you should!- Answered Mike, defensively, but sort of ignoring him, while he started to look around. There was not much to see. The snow was thick, it had covered the ruined tombs and graves which were so poor, made of bad stone and really old that just a few were still standing. –Orbing or not, you’re going out of your warm, protective weird magic manor... And outside, the real world in winter is COLD! And also...-

-Ok, just shut up. I... Wait.- Chris hadn’t moved from the place he had orbed to, just seeing, but not really watching, how Michel looked for the grave in question. He was too frozen to move, but now... –No, forget it...- He whispered, closing his eyes until he was just looking out of a thin line: -I’d bet... I had seen someone there.-

Mike lifted his head from a tomb, curious: -You’ve seen what??-

-Nothing.- Repeated Chris, sighing and starting to finally move to another tomb, some feet away from his friend, who shrugged and returned his attention to his grave.

-Ok, then let’s find out if Amy is or was here, and we go back home for that delicious dinner....- Answered Mike casually. He had wiped away all the snow that was covering the letters on the stone, and now he was able to read something like: “Kelok Newfound. !923”. –Oh, this is too recent...- He sighed, sitting down on the freezing snow. –More luck over there???-

Chris had finished wiping all the snow with his foot, trying not to get in touch with the ice. He had enough shivering already: -“Cherry... No, Chi’r’ry Smith. 1800. Fine.- He looked up to his friend: -Look at this place. Just a few tombs which are in ruins... And they belong to the last centuries... We’re not gonna found anything from the Middle Ages here. Just think about it... If there actually were a single tomb from the Middle Ages with a girl called Amy Something... We’d already know!-

-Ok!!- Answered Mike exasperated, turning to him while standing up: -Could you just please be a little more optimistic??? Look around you! What do you see??- He had raised his hands embracing everything around with his gesture. Chris also stood up. Why was he so moody?? Again, the reason he had given to Victor. But Mike was right, and however... his answer was:

-What do I see??? I’ll tell you what I see. An isolated domain covered with snow. Snow up, snow down, snow to the right, snow to the left... Some rocks covered with snow. Some stones pretending to be tombs, covered with snow. Snow is cold, sad... and there’s no more, because the first little and poor houses belonging to the reservation are several miles away, separated one from each other by at least half a mile, and people now are not celebrating Christmas because hey! They have better things to do to survive here. Oh, and... Don’t forget that...- He turned to the building some feet behind him, crossing the road. –That gloomy... school, or whatever it was. You know what??? Children there were kept against their will, they died massively because of the lack of health care, and they were separated from their families, especially from men, obliged to dress like the white man, speak like the white man, eat like the white man, and behave like the white man, under threats of strong punishments if done the contrary; And now I feel that this school is full of angry Indian ghosts that will cast a terrible spell on us, making us turn into those thrilling ice sculptures you have behind!!- And that was how Chris ended his speech, breathing heavily but feeling much better. Mike turned to see those sculptures:

-Whoaaa... Man, that was a speech.- Then he faced Chris again, walking to him: -My turn: I see... I see a very beautiful and romantic place. Kinda Gothic, I know. But this is holy. This was holy for these people, for ... chief Sitting Bull, whatever his name is. And it’s... It’s beautiful. The ice hanging from the trees, from the rocks, from the cables –modern stuff, I know- from the windows in YOUR school... Those sculptures, as you say... Are just trees covered with ice, and to me these are the most beautiful and wonderful sight in the world. It’s like... A fairy tale. The Snow Queen!!! And if you ask me if i am scared of YOUR ghosts... *, NO! am the friend of a witch!!!- He concluded. Actually he didn´t. He would have gone on and on, forgetting both of them what they were doing there on Christmas Eve, if a voice hadn’t startled them to death:

-Aiy-yu-kwee. Kues son’?

-Mike turned around scared, and Chris stepped back, falling on the snow again: -sh*t!- They both exclaimed at the same time. There was a young man a few steps from Mike. He had been so silent they hadn’t even noticed he had approached. And by the way, how had he arrived?? There was no car to be seen, and no house near... mike and Chris glances slightly to the school:

-W-w-w-whaat??-

- Kues son’?- The gentle-face man repeated, as he approached, and Mike stepped back. Chris stood up now, looking at him in wonder. They were facing a young dark-haired man, with a long pony-tail covered with feathers. He was just wearing some Indian clothes, and even... Even a bow. Actually he didn’t look like modern Indians... He was more like the ones in movies and books. And he was * speaking in... –What’s up?- Sorry... I thought you were Yurok too. It’s weird to see Pegrk Munchey, white man, here. Especially in Christmas.- He smiled and offered his hand to Michael. - Aiy-yu-kwee, Michael. My name’s Wishew Keget. Black Puma, but you can actually call me just Jack. That’s my Munchey name.- Then he waved to Chris, who was still some steps away: -Hey, Chris. Nice to meet you too!- Mike, who was shaking hands with that... spectre, looked at him with his eyes widely open:

-How...- He turned to Chris, who was even pale:

-How did you know our names?-

Jack, or Keget, laughed slightly: -Sorry I was eavesdropping. That’s not very polite, but you seemed to be in a very heated conversation about... this holy site.- He remarked, signalling the tombs. However, there was something about him that Chris didn’t like. Had Mike mentioned HIS name, then??? He didn’t remember, but still, the behaviour of this Indian was quite interesting.

-And... Can I ask what you are doing here?? I mean... It’s cold, dark... Some dangerous animals could attack you...- Jack showed Chris and Mike his bow, as if it were not evident:

-That’s why I bring this.-

-Oh... right.- Said Mike, who was in a state of shock. The first time he saw an Indian. A true Indian... Like in Dances with Wolves.

-Yeah, ok, but... Sorry if I am not polite now, but... Is it possible that you have some kind of... obligation? Religious obligation, perhaps, to come at this very same hour to the old cemetery, right when we are also here??- He asked, suspicious, and ready to fight or orb, if necessary. No demons lately wasn’t a good signal. And all the angels story... Thrilling.

-Oh, that... Actually yes. A promise. I promised to my dad that I would be here this very same year, at this hour, if I were alive, to meet some foreigners.

-WHAT????!!!- Chris and Mike startled and looked at each other, Mike instinctively taking Chris’s hand ready to fly. But Jack laughed.

-Oral tradition. A nice thing you, Pegrk Munchey, have lost! I promised my dad, and my dad promised his mom, and she promised hers, and my great-great-great... whatever grandma promised to her mom like... let me think... a few centuries ago. Whoever was alive in my family at this time, at this hour, in this place, this year... should come and meet two foreigners who would freak out, and probably throw some energy balls... Whatever that means. Thankd God you didn’t.

-Chris and Mike were speechless. Could that mean that... But no, they could not say a word. And now Jack, Black Puma, was offering his hand to Chris: -So aiy-yu-kwee, wo-hiklaw' ki-me' ke nas and Saa-We-Lek, so let’s go somewhere else with some central heating, and talk.

-Wait... What just you said??- Asked Mike, still suspicious:

-Oh... That’s just my welcome words: Hello, thanks for coming and... I’m cold!- Chris didn’t answer. He didn’t move. He just stared at Jack and Mike, and the tombs, and the snow, and the ice on the trees which actually seemed to have been taken from a fairy tale. Gosh it was beautiful, and they... They had found what they were looking for! Kindof... And the best of all: They were gonna find a central heating!

First of all, while re-reading this, I noticed that, over the long time we're needing this time, we forgot two little details. I changed them and I hope that you don't mind. The first thing is on the first page in the 5th post 8one of mine) and the second thing is on the second page in the 3rd post (one of Belén's). I marked those things I changed in red!

Belén wrote:I am not very happy with this, but you have something to read and maybe to inspire you. Let me know if I made mistakes which probably happened, especially with Amy's stuff.

Are you kidding???? This is just WOOOOOOW!!! It's great!!! Really great!!!

Belén wrote:I didn't want to enter in many details because I wasn't even sure of Amy's last name, and it took me like two hours of writing without revising first!! So if there are mistakes you can fix, feel free to do so. If you can't, let me know, and I will. I guess we had something to do with this and Chris and the indian guy, so that's why i just cut the shot here, so as to continue .

*lol* I don't think Amy ever had a familyname... *lol* No mistakes found and I really really love this! Thanks so much. It was a wonderful surprise for me, because I really didn't expect this...

I'm going on now a litte. It won't be that much, because I came home later, than I had planed. So maybe I'll add something in another moment...*wink*
By the way... can it be that we forgot about Paige since our characters decorated the tree????

Belén wrote:-So... This is the place! Awesome...- Chris was shaking violently, something you could even say from his tremulous talk; nothing odd, when you’re in shirt-sleeves in the middle of a snow-covered cemetery in the middle of a dying down Indian reservation in the middle of the nothingness! Not surprising that Chris’s mood was again a little weird...

-Told you, you should have taken a coat...-

-And the scarf, hat, gloves, a lighter, the central heating, maybe some demon with fireballs...- Chris grumbled, with his arms strongly folded so as to cover himself with his own body and warm his cold members. Michael held back a laugh. Things were not precisely good to make fun, so he just glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes, and sighed.

-Right...-

-Look:- Chris interrupted, turning to him at the time he made some exaggerated gestures with his hands. Actually, that seemed to be good for the cold! –First, you could have told me right before I orbed you here, not when we were actually orbing; second, I never think of wrapping myself in layers and layers of clothes when I orb! I just don’t!

-Well you should!- Answered Mike, defensively, but sort of ignoring him, while he started to look around. There was not much to see. The snow was thick, it had covered the ruined tombs and graves which were so poor, made of bad stone and really old that just a few were still standing. –Orbing or not, you’re going out of your warm, protective weird magic manor... And outside, the real world in winter is COLD! And also...-

-Ok, just shut up. I... Wait.- Chris hadn’t moved from the place he had orbed to, just seeing, but not really watching, how Michel looked for the grave in question. He was too frozen to move, but now... –No, forget it...- He whispered, closing his eyes until he was just looking out of a thin line: -I’d bet... I had seen someone there.-

Mike lifted his head from a tomb, curious: -You’ve seen what??-

-Nothing.- Repeated Chris, sighing and starting to finally move to another tomb, some feet away from his friend, who shrugged and returned his attention to his grave.

-Ok, then let’s find out if Amy is or was here, and we go back home for that delicious dinner....- Answered Mike casually. He had wiped away all the snow that was covering the letters on the stone, and now he was able to read something like: “Kelok Newfound. !923”. –Oh, this is too recent...- He sighed, sitting down on the freezing snow. –More luck over there???-

Chris had finished wiping all the snow with his foot, trying not to get in touch with the ice. He had enough shivering already: -“Cherry... No, Chi’r’ry Smith. 1800. Fine.- He looked up to his friend: -Look at this place. Just a few tombs which are in ruins... And they belong to the last centuries... We’re not gonna found anything from the Middle Ages here. Just think about it... If there actually were a single tomb from the Middle Ages with a girl called Amy Something... We’d already know!-

-Ok!!- Answered Mike exasperated, turning to him while standing up: -Could you just please be a little more optimistic??? Look around you! What do you see??- He had raised his hands embracing everything around with his gesture. Chris also stood up. Why was he so moody?? Again, the reason he had given to Victor. But Mike was right, and however... his answer was:

-What do I see??? I’ll tell you what I see. An isolated domain covered with snow. Snow up, snow down, snow to the right, snow to the left... Some rocks covered with snow. Some stones pretending to be tombs, covered with snow. Snow is cold, sad... and there’s no more, because the first little and poor houses belonging to the reservation are several miles away, separated one from each other by at least half a mile, and people now are not celebrating Christmas because hey! They have better things to do to survive here. Oh, and... Don’t forget that...- He turned to the building some feet behind him, crossing the road. –That gloomy... school, or whatever it was. You know what??? Children there were kept against their will, they died massively because of the lack of health care, and they were separated from their families, especially from men, obliged to dress like the white man, speak like the white man, eat like the white man, and behave like the white man, under threats of strong punishments if done the contrary; And now I feel that this school is full of angry Indian ghosts that will cast a terrible spell on us, making us turn into those thrilling ice sculptures you have behind!!- And that was how Chris ended his speech, breathing heavily but feeling much better. Mike turned to see those sculptures:

-Whoaaa... Man, that was a speech.- Then he faced Chris again, walking to him: -My turn: I see... I see a very beautiful and romantic place. Kinda Gothic, I know. But this is holy. This was holy for these people, for ... chief Sitting Bull, whatever his name is. And it’s... It’s beautiful. The ice hanging from the trees, from the rocks, from the cables –modern stuff, I know- from the windows in YOUR school... Those sculptures, as you say... Are just trees covered with ice, and to me these are the most beautiful and wonderful sight in the world. It’s like... A fairy tale. The Snow Queen!!! And if you ask me if i am scared of YOUR ghosts... *, NO! am the friend of a witch!!!- He concluded. Actually he didn´t. He would have gone on and on, forgetting both of them what they were doing there on Christmas Eve, if a voice hadn’t startled them to death:

-Aiy-yu-kwee. Kues son’?

-Mike turned around scared, and Chris stepped back, falling on the snow again: -sh*t!- They both exclaimed at the same time. There was a young man a few steps from Mike. He had been so silent they hadn’t even noticed he had approached. And by the way, how had he arrived?? There was no car to be seen, and no house near... mike and Chris glances slightly to the school:

-W-w-w-whaat??-

- Kues son’?- The gentle-face man repeated, as he approached, and Mike stepped back. Chris stood up now, looking at him in wonder. They were facing a young dark-haired man, with a long pony-tail covered with feathers. He was just wearing some Indian clothes, and even... Even a bow. Actually he didn’t look like modern Indians... He was more like the ones in movies and books. And he was * speaking in... –What’s up?- Sorry... I thought you were Yurok too. It’s weird to see Pegrk Munchey, white man, here. Especially in Christmas.- He smiled and offered his hand to Michael. - Aiy-yu-kwee, Michael. My name’s Wishew Keget. Black Puma, but you can actually call me just Jack. That’s my Munchey name.- Then he waved to Chris, who was still some steps away: -Hey, Chris. Nice to meet you too!- Mike, who was shaking hands with that... spectre, looked at him with his eyes widely open:

-How...- He turned to Chris, who was even pale:

-How did you know our names?-

Jack, or Keget, laughed slightly: -Sorry I was eavesdropping. That’s not very polite, but you seemed to be in a very heated conversation about... this holy site.- He remarked, signalling the tombs. However, there was something about him that Chris didn’t like. Had Mike mentioned HIS name, then??? He didn’t remember, but still, the behaviour of this Indian was quite interesting.

-And... Can I ask what you are doing here?? I mean... It’s cold, dark... Some dangerous animals could attack you...- Jack showed Chris and Mike his bow, as if it were not evident:

-That’s why I bring this.-

-Oh... right.- Said Mike, who was in a state of shock. The first time he saw an Indian. A true Indian... Like in Dances with Wolves.

-Yeah, ok, but... Sorry if I am not polite now, but... Is it possible that you have some kind of... obligation? Religious obligation, perhaps, to come at this very same hour to the old cemetery, right when we are also here??- He asked, suspicious, and ready to fight or orb, if necessary. No demons lately wasn’t a good signal. And all the angels story... Thrilling.

-Oh, that... Actually yes. A promise. I promised to my dad that I would be here this very same year, at this hour, if I were alive, to meet some foreigners.

-WHAT????!!!- Chris and Mike startled and looked at each other, Mike instinctively taking Chris’s hand ready to fly. But Jack laughed.

-Oral tradition. A nice thing you, Pegrk Munchey, have lost! I promised my dad, and my dad promised his mom, and she promised hers, and my great-great-great... whatever grandma promised to her mom like... let me think... a few centuries ago. Whoever was alive in my family at this time, at this hour, in this place, this year... should come and meet two foreigners who would freak out, and probably throw some energy balls... Whatever that means. Thankd God you didn’t.

-Chris and Mike were speechless. Could that mean that... But no, they could not say a word. And now Jack, Black Puma, was offering his hand to Chris: -So aiy-yu-kwee, wo-hiklaw' ki-me' ke nas and Saa-We-Lek, so let’s go somewhere else with some central heating, and talk.

-Wait... What just you said??- Asked Mike, still suspicious:

-Oh... That’s just my welcome words: Hello, thanks for coming and... I’m cold!- Chris didn’t answer. He didn’t move. He just stared at Jack and Mike, and the tombs, and the snow, and the ice on the trees which actually seemed to have been taken from a fairy tale. Gosh it was beautiful, and they... They had found what they were looking for! Kindof... And the best of all: They were gonna find a central heating!

Bianca put her hands on her hips angry: "I can't believe that he just orbed out like this!"
While they had been discussing the situation, Chris just had grabbed Michael's arm and had orbed out, with a simple "We'll be back on time." He just had left Bianca behind and this was something she so didn't like.
Angela sighed. It wasn't that she was against all this anymore, God knew she wasn't... But she still didn't like it, when her own husband got involved in those things, even if she knew Chris would always protect him.
Victor smiled at the two women: "Don't worry, they'll be fine. You know Chris..."
Bianca and Angela smiled waremly at the man, and then nodded. Yes, this was índeed a typical Chris-thing, running away on Christmas Eve because of something which - if it was even exisiting - was already there since 1000 years and would surely not run away within the next days... But yes, that WAS Chris... And that's why Bianca loved him, and that's why Angela respected him, so much.
"Grandpa..." Wyatt said tucking on Victor's jeans, "can we go in the snow?"
Victor sighed looking at the boy, who smiled at him. "You really like the snow, do you?" And when Wyatt nodded eagerly he stood up and took the boy by his hand. "Alright, then let's see where Piper keeps your snow-dress."
"In the hallway..." Bianca yelled after him, and then saw him nodding.
Then the Phoenix turned to Angela again. "What do you think? Shall we have a look if baby-Chris and Hope are still sleeping?"
Angela nodded smiling widely and then followed her friend into the hallway and then up the stairs.
On the way to the nursary they passed the door to Paige's room. The door was a little opened and Bianca could see that her aunt was sitting on her bed. She frowned. Then she gestured for Angela to go ahead to the kids while she knocked on the door.
Paige turned around, and when she saw the Phoenix in the doorway, she said: "Come in..."
"What are you doing here, all alone?" Bianca asked, sitting down besides her.
The witch-whitelighter shrugged: "Just thinking..."
"'bout what?" Bianca asked. "I mean, is anything wrong? Did anything happen?"
"God, no!" Paige exclaimed. "Be careful not to turn into another Piper Halliwell, my dear." Bianca chuckeld. Yeah she almost sounded like her mother in law...
"No," Paige went on, "I was just thinking about me and Kyle... and if... if he will really like his guft."
Bianca frowned: "What will be his gift?"
Paige blushed a little: "Well... me!" By now she was red like a tomato, but added: "Well actually it's a key to the front door of the manor, but... you know..."
Bianca smiled and hugged her. Then she looked at her with a warm smile: "I guess you don't have to worry about that. Kyle loves you more than anything in this world. And I'm sure he will be more than happy."
Paige nodded, now smiling too. "Yeah," she said, "I think you're right..."




Yeah... that's much better, then my first version! Hope you'll like it.

First, I tried to write something, because work starts again the day after tomorrow, and again I'll be too busy... We'll see!!! But just in case wrote as soon as I could. Oh, and yours was cute!

Chrissy.W.x wrote:First of all, while re-reading this, I noticed that, over the long time we're needing this time, we forgot two little details. I changed them and I hope that you don't mind. The first thing is on the first page in the 5th post 8one of mine) and the second thing is on the second page in the 3rd post (one of Belén's). I marked those things I changed in red!

No prob!! Read them, and it's perfect! Thanks for all the work you do for this!

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Are you kidding???? This is just WOOOOOOW!!! It's great!!! Really great!!!

THANKS!!

Chrissy.W.x wrote:*lol* I don't think Amy ever had a familyname... *lol* No mistakes found and I really really love this! Thanks so much. It was a wonderful surprise for me, because I really didn't expect this...

I'm going on now a litte. It won't be that much, because I came home later, than I had planed. So maybe I'll add something in another moment...*wink*
By the way... can it be that we forgot about Paige since our characters decorated the tree????

Thanks again and yeah, stupid us! Forgetting Paige, MG!!! But you did a great job... Btw, we need to think of... Annie, and all that As for the presents, I'll send you an e-mail later.

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Bianca put her hands on her hips angry: "I can't believe that he just orbed out like this!"
While they had been discussing the situation, Chris just had grabbed Michael's arm and had orbed out, with a simple "We'll be back on time." He just had left Bianca behind and this was something she so didn't like.
Angela sighed. It wasn't that she was against all this anymore, God knew she wasn't... But she still didn't like it, when her own husband got involved in those things, even if she knew Chris would always protect him.
Victor smiled at the two women: "Don't worry, they'll be fine. You know Chris..."
Bianca and Angela smiled waremly at the man, and then nodded. Yes, this was índeed a typical Chris-thing, running away on Christmas Eve because of something which - if it was even exisiting - was already there since 1000 years and would surely not run away within the next days... But yes, that WAS Chris... And that's why Bianca loved him, and that's why Angela respected him, so much.
"Grandpa..." Wyatt said tucking on Victor's jeans, "can we go in the snow?"
Victor sighed looking at the boy, who smiled at him. "You really like the snow, do you?" And when Wyatt nodded eagerly he stood up and took the boy by his hand. "Alright, then let's see where Piper keeps your snow-dress."
"In the hallway..." Bianca yelled after him, and then saw him nodding.
Then the Phoenix turned to Angela again. "What do you think? Shall we have a look if baby-Chris and Hope are still sleeping?"
Angela nodded smiling widely and then followed her friend into the hallway and then up the stairs.
On the way to the nursary they passed the door to Paige's room. The door was a little opened and Bianca could see that her aunt was sitting on her bed. She frowned. Then she gestured for Angela to go ahead to the kids while she knocked on the door.
Paige turned around, and when she saw the Phoenix in the doorway, she said: "Come in..."
"What are you doing here, all alone?" Bianca asked, sitting down besides her.
The witch-whitelighter shrugged: "Just thinking..."
"'bout what?" Bianca asked. "I mean, is anything wrong? Did anything happen?"
"God, no!" Paige exclaimed. "Be careful not to turn into another Piper Halliwell, my dear." Bianca chuckeld. Yeah she almost sounded like her mother in law...
"No," Paige went on, "I was just thinking about me and Kyle... and if... if he will really like his guft."
Bianca frowned: "What will be his gift?"
Paige blushed a little: "Well... me!" By now she was red like a tomato, but added: "Well actually it's a key to the front door of the manor, but... you know..."
Bianca smiled and hugged her. Then she looked at her with a warm smile: "I guess you don't have to worry about that. Kyle loves you more than anything in this world. And I'm sure he will be more than happy."
Paige nodded, now smiling too. "Yeah," she said, "I think you're right..."

It was snowing again, something to enjoy to its limit, because, they repeated to themselves, that didn’t happen everyday in San Francisco! The four youngsters had already finished their shopping and now they were walking totally satisfied and proud of them.

-“Thinking with the heart...” That was fun!- Exclaimed Veronica gladly as she hopped, rather than walked on the soft and cold snow. Tom was kind of obliged to follow her speed, since he was holding her hand, and smiled softly: -Yeah... Weird. But I told you it would help.-

Steve and Nicki walked behind them more slowly, perhaps more pensive too. -Well, it sounded weird, but... beautiful.- Said Nicki, and Steve seconded her: -Magical. It was magical. More magical than the magic we know. And I am sure we took the perfect choice.

-Four magic presents from four magic friends for ONE magic friend!- Said Veronica in a loud voice, jumping and turning back at the same time, just to face the other couple with a shiny grin.

-Shhh...- Tom almost laughed: -Hush, Veronica!!! We’re OUT!- He whispered at her, remembering his girlfriend that they still had some secrets to keep from what they liked calling “the outer world”. Steve and Nicki smiled at her too, but nodded, supporting, this way, Tom’s words.

-Come on, dudes... you’re faaaaar too boring! People speak about magic all the time in Christmas! It’s the safest moment to do so...- Veronica complained in a low, although feigning her anger. Steve shook his head and Nicki chuckled, as well as Tom, but as he did so, he turned slowly, distractedly, his head to his left. The houses were as beautiful as always in Christmas. Full of lights. Everywhere. The windows, the roof, the door, the trees in the garden, the little or huge ornaments covered with colors and garlands... Yeah... He so much loved that, walking in the snow, watching all those magical human things. He smiled at the snowman he saw in one of the houses. It was huge... With a straw hat and a big carrot nose. And by it, there was a woman, a young woman, playing happily with a little girl who laughed as if nothing bad could happen to her in her life. She had everything she needed, Her mom, her house, her Christmas, her snow... Tom shook his head turning it back to his friends. That had made him remember when he was also a child and had no fear of anything.

-Ohhh... Cute!!!- Said Nicki, grabbing Steve’s arm with both her hads, and making him look at the mom and her daughter. Steve and Veronica smiled:

-Yeah... We can make one and play with snowballs if you like, lil’ Nicki.- Mocked Veronica, but her friend didn’t take it like that.

-Yaaay!! That would be awesome! What about organising a snowball fight when we arrive?? With Chris, and Bianca, and... And... Well... You think the sisters and their boring husbands – boyfriends will want to play??-

Veronica raised an eyebrow, and then turned to the boys: -Well...-

-Why not??- Asked Tom, surprisingly sure of it: -We’ll have fun!-

-Haha!!!- Nicki let go off Steve’s hand and jumped on Tom’s arms: -Love you, Tommy!- Tom laughed even more, as the other two exchanged looks. Then Veronica grabbed Nicki’s arm and said:

-Hey, you! Get away from MY boy!- And she did, but still laughing, as well as Tom, even Steve, and Veronica smiled, while kissing Tom: Or aren’t you MY boy, dude?-

-Corse I am!- And they kissed for some seconds before starting to walk again towards the manor where they still had some work to do.

Belén wrote: Oh, and yours was cute! ...
No prob!! Read them, and it's perfect! Thanks for all the work you do for this!

Thanks... and no... it wasn't work... it was my way of relaxing so don't worry about that...

Belén wrote: Thanks again and yeah, stupid us! Forgetting Paige, MG!!! But you did a great job... Btw, we need to think of... Annie, and all that As for the presents, I'll send you an e-mail later.

Got and read your e-mail and already wrote you back... Please read this, before you write about the "fantastic 4" again (if anyone else reads this, I'm talking about the former "teens" Steve, Tom, Nicki and Veronica)
Still I love your update as always! You're really talented...

Now I see what I can do, but it won't be much because of the lack of time... Hugs

Belén wrote: It was snowing again, something to enjoy to its limit, because, they repeated to themselves, that didn’t happen everyday in San Francisco! The four youngsters had already finished their shopping and now they were walking totally satisfied and proud of them.

-“Thinking with the heart...” That was fun!- Exclaimed Veronica gladly as she hopped, rather than walked on the soft and cold snow. Tom was kind of obliged to follow her speed, since he was holding her hand, and smiled softly: -Yeah... Weird. But I told you it would help.-

Steve and Nicki walked behind them more slowly, perhaps more pensive too. -Well, it sounded weird, but... beautiful.- Said Nicki, and Steve seconded her: -Magical. It was magical. More magical than the magic we know. And I am sure we took the perfect choice.

-Four magic presents from four magic friends for ONE magic friend!- Said Veronica in a loud voice, jumping and turning back at the same time, just to face the other couple with a shiny grin.

-Shhh...- Tom almost laughed: -Hush, Veronica!!! We’re OUT!- He whispered at her, remembering his girlfriend that they still had some secrets to keep from what they liked calling “the outer world”. Steve and Nicki smiled at her too, but nodded, supporting, this way, Tom’s words.

-Come on, dudes... you’re faaaaar too boring! People speak about magic all the time in Christmas! It’s the safest moment to do so...- Veronica complained in a low, although feigning her anger. Steve shook his head and Nicki chuckled, as well as Tom, but as he did so, he turned slowly, distractedly, his head to his left. The houses were as beautiful as always in Christmas. Full of lights. Everywhere. The windows, the roof, the door, the trees in the garden, the little or huge ornaments covered with colors and garlands... Yeah... He so much loved that, walking in the snow, watching all those magical human things. He smiled at the snowman he saw in one of the houses. It was huge... With a straw hat and a big carrot nose. And by it, there was a woman, a young woman, playing happily with a little girl who laughed as if nothing bad could happen to her in her life. She had everything she needed, Her mom, her house, her Christmas, her snow... Tom shook his head turning it back to his friends. That had made him remember when he was also a child and had no fear of anything.

-Ohhh... Cute!!!- Said Nicki, grabbing Steve’s arm with both her hads, and making him look at the mom and her daughter. Steve and Veronica smiled:

-Yeah... We can make one and play with snowballs if you like, lil’ Nicki.- Mocked Veronica, but her friend didn’t take it like that.

-Yaaay!! That would be awesome! What about organising a snowball fight when we arrive?? With Chris, and Bianca, and... And... Well... You think the sisters and their boring husbands – boyfriends will want to play??-

Veronica raised an eyebrow, and then turned to the boys: -Well...-

-Why not??- Asked Tom, surprisingly sure of it: -We’ll have fun!-

-Haha!!!- Nicki let go off Steve’s hand and jumped on Tom’s arms: -Love you, Tommy!- Tom laughed even more, as the other two exchanged looks. Then Veronica grabbed Nicki’s arm and said:

-Hey, you! Get away from MY boy!- And she did, but still laughing, as well as Tom, even Steve, and Veronica smiled, while kissing Tom: Or aren’t you MY boy, dude?-

-Corse I am!- And they kissed for some seconds before starting to walk again towards the manor where they still had some work to do.

"What will we tell my sisters?" Phoebe asked from the backseat when they parked the car in the driveway of the manor.
"What do you mean?" Cole asked back, turning around to her frowning.
"Well, don't you think someone will notice all this stuff, she said pointing at the tree blocking the left side of the car and at all the bags with decorations and gifts.
Cole sighed: "Yeah, that's a problem..." Then he smiled: "So you just have to keep your sisters occupied with something else I guess... Maybe with another Christmas song..."
Phoebe slaped him playfully on the shoulder. "That's not funny," she said grinning.
Cole nodded, while opening the door. He left the car and then opened the door for his wife. "I know," he said then, while pulling her out of the car and into his arms. He gaver her a soft kiss and then decided: "We say nothing, but if they really notice this stuff out here, while they are all so Christmas-busy - which I doubt!... Well, then we'll tell them the truth."
"You're kidding aren't you?" Phoebe asked with eyes wide open. Did he really plan to tell Piper... HER SISTER Piper, that he planed to spend the late Christmas eve with a demon somewhere in the underworld?
"No I'm not... Belthazor is family - they already know that, so I don't see any problem there..." he replied holding her even closer.
Phoebe chuckled shaking her head. "They will kill you... and then they'll kill me..."
"Yeah... probably..." He made a break and kissed her nose. "I love you," he said then.
Phoebe smiled at him, with her huge soft eyes: "I love you too..." Then her face turned serious, before she added: "That is as long as you don't plan to make your other half a godfather for our future children!"
Cole looked at her shocked for a moment. Then he laughed with all his heart before kissing her again.

Alright... here is a little update which popped up in my mind Saturday evening. I hope you like it... There is still the need to write something about Annies and her mom, but I just can't come up with something good right now...

@Belén:If I did anything wrong with the natice american stuff, or if you feel that there is missing something (I tried to avoid the details a little), then feel free to edit this and add whatever you like.

Chrissy.W.x wrote:"What will we tell my sisters?" Phoebe asked from the backseat when they parked the car in the driveway of the manor.
"What do you mean?" Cole asked back, turning around to her frowning.
"Well, don't you think someone will notice all this stuff, she said pointing at the tree blocking the left side of the car and at all the bags with decorations and gifts.
Cole sighed: "Yeah, that's a problem..." Then he smiled: "So you just have to keep your sisters occupied with something else I guess... Maybe with another Christmas song..."
Phoebe slaped him playfully on the shoulder. "That's not funny," she said grinning.
Cole nodded, while opening the door. He left the car and then opened the door for his wife. "I know," he said then, while pulling her out of the car and into his arms. He gaver her a soft kiss and then decided: "We say nothing, but if they really notice this stuff out here, while they are all so Christmas-busy - which I doubt!... Well, then we'll tell them the truth."
"You're kidding aren't you?" Phoebe asked with eyes wide open. Did he really plan to tell Piper... HER SISTER Piper, that he planed to spend the late Christmas eve with a demon somewhere in the underworld?
"No I'm not... Belthazor is family - they already know that, so I don't see any problem there..." he replied holding her even closer.
Phoebe chuckled shaking her head. "They will kill you... and then they'll kill me..."
"Yeah... probably..." He made a break and kissed her nose. "I love you," he said then.
Phoebe smiled at him, with her huge soft eyes: "I love you too..." Then her face turned serious, before she added: "That is as long as you don't plan to make your other half a godfather for our future children!"
Cole looked at her shocked for a moment. Then he laughed with all his heart before kissing her again.

Chris followed a step behind, still sceptical, while Michael walked next to Wishew Keget, asking him lot's of questions. Wouldn't this situation be so weird, Chris would have laughed about his friend's curiosity. But no, this seemed all so... Chris didn't even know what it seemed like. The Elder-witch felt some magical energy all over this place, and that disturbed him, that disturbed him a lot. He couldn't help the felling of foreboding - something was about to happen, he just wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing.
"So... Keget?... you are the Shaman of your tribe?" Michael asked, impressed. All this was so exciting.
"Call me Jack, that's ok... And yes. I am. Same as my father before, and before that it was my grandfather and so on and so on..." the man answered smiling.
"Wow..." Michael shook his head, "I never met a Shaman before."
Jack smiled: "And I never before met someone like you. So I would say it's a tie."
Chris shook his head, while his friend kept asking: "And your father told you about us?"
Now the native american nodded: "Yes he did... To come here was a task given to my family a long time ago. It was passed on from generation to generation... until now."
"And you never doubted this... you never thought that nothing would happen today?" Chris now asked.
Jack stopped and turned around to him. "I did," he said calmly. "I did when I was a child, but life told me that everything is possible, and that there is at least some truth in every legend... And it didn't hurt me to come to this place today..."
"Right," Chris mumbled still frowning. But then his eyes grew wide. Michael looked at him frowning, but when he turned around again, he was wearing the same expression. They were standing in front of a small hut, which neither of them had seen before.
Jack just smiled, noticing their expressions. "Welcome to my home," he said, and moved forward, right to the front door.
"Unbelievable," Michael muttered, while slowly following.
Chris eyed the building sceptically, but he was still freezing, so he followed the others when Jack led them inside. He led them to a small room which was full of ball kids of herbs and fur, feathers and also some statues. In the middle there was a chimney were a small fire was burning.
"Didn't you say you have central heating?" Chris asked frowning.
"I have, and it's on... but this," he gestured to the fireplace, "is more inspiring." He smiled at his guests and sat down on some fur which was lying in front of the fire, and told Chris and Michael to sit down there, too.
"One things I don't understand..." Michael said, "I didn't thought the people of your tribe would be so open to us white man?"
Now Jack laughed. Shaking his head he said: "Usually we're not... But, yours is a special case. I knew you would come, remember?"
"Yeah right your..." Chris started but he was interrupted.
"And," Jack said, "the white man's blood is also running through my veins, even if just a very, very small part."

Phoebe and Cole were still standing outside the manor, still kissing, when a snowball hit him on his shoulder, the snow splashing all over their faces.
"What the..." Phoebe exclaimed, while Cole started to giggle at the sound of amused laughter. Turning into the direction of that sound he saw Victor and Wyatt standing there, both already forming another snow ball.
"Oh... not fair," Cole complained playful, bending down to grab some of the snow on his own.
Phoebe meanwhile tried to shake the snow out of her hair and the collar of her jacket, silently swearing.
Cole noticed that. He turned to the other two and winked at them. Then he aimed his snowball at them. But instead of throwing it at Wyatt and victor he threw it as his wife, who shrieked when the cold, wet, white snow made contact with her face.
Cole couldn't help laughing, while Wyatt giggled even more and ran over to them. "Aunti Bee is a snowman!" he exclaimed happily.
"So not fair," the empath pouted. Still she couldn't help smiling on her own.
The next snowball was thrown by Victor and directed at Cole, who ducked it laughing. "I'm not that easy to get," he stated.
But he hadn't thought about his wife. While Cole was bend down, she had grabbed some snow on her own and quickly put it inside his collar.
"Arrrg... GOD!" he exclaimed. "You're cheating."
Wyatt laughed heartily as be himself grabbed another snowball and threw it at his uncle. It barley touched his knee, but that didn't matter. It was just all about the fun - nothing more, nothing less. The fun they had with this wonderful white snow was all that mattered.

Alright... I have an idea about Annie in my mind... I just hope it'll work to write about snow when it's actually about 30°C out there... *sigh* Well, I'll do my best...

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Chris followed a step behind, still sceptical, while Michael walked next to Wishew Keget, asking him lot's of questions. Wouldn't this situation be so weird, Chris would have laughed about his friend's curiosity. But no, this seemed all so... Chris didn't even know what it seemed like. The Elder-witch felt some magical energy all over this place, and that disturbed him, that disturbed him a lot. He couldn't help the felling of foreboding - something was about to happen, he just wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing.
"So... Keget?... you are the Shaman of your tribe?" Michael asked, impressed. All this was so exciting.
"Call me Jack, that's ok... And yes. I am. Same as my father before, and before that it was my grandfather and so on and so on..." the man answered smiling.
"Wow..." Michael shook his head, "I never met a Shaman before."
Jack smiled: "And I never before met someone like you. So I would say it's a tie."
Chris shook his head, while his friend kept asking: "And your father told you about us?"
Now the native american nodded: "Yes he did... To come here was a task given to my family a long time ago. It was passed on from generation to generation... until now."
"And you never doubted this... you never thought that nothing would happen today?" Chris now asked.
Jack stopped and turned around to him. "I did," he said calmly. "I did when I was a child, but life told me that everything is possible, and that there is at least some truth in every legend... And it didn't hurt me to come to this place today..."
"Right," Chris mumbled still frowning. But then his eyes grew wide. Michael looked at him frowning, but when he turned around again, he was wearing the same expression. They were standing in front of a small hut, which neither of them had seen before.
Jack just smiled, noticing their expressions. "Welcome to my home," he said, and moved forward, right to the front door.
"Unbelievable," Michael muttered, while slowly following.
Chris eyed the building sceptically, but he was still freezing, so he followed the others when Jack led them inside. He led them to a small room which was full of ball kids of herbs and fur, feathers and also some statues. In the middle there was a chimney were a small fire was burning.
"Didn't you say you have central heating?" Chris asked frowning.
"I have, and it's on... but this," he gestured to the fireplace, "is more inspiring." He smiled at his guests and sat down on some fur which was lying in front of the fire, and told Chris and Michael to sit down there, too.
"One things I don't understand..." Michael said, "I didn't thought the people of your tribe would be so open to us white man?"
Now Jack laughed. Shaking his head he said: "Usually we're not... But, yours is a special case. I knew you would come, remember?"
"Yeah right your..." Chris started but he was interrupted.
"And," Jack said, "the white man's blood is also running through my veins, even if just a very, very small part."

Phoebe and Cole were still standing outside the manor, still kissing, when a snowball hit him on his shoulder, the snow splashing all over their faces.
"What the..." Phoebe exclaimed, while Cole started to giggle at the sound of amused laughter. Turning into the direction of that sound he saw Victor and Wyatt standing there, both already forming another snow ball.
"Oh... not fair," Cole complained playful, bending down to grab some of the snow on his own.
Phoebe meanwhile tried to shake the snow out of her hair and the collar of her jacket, silently swearing.
Cole noticed that. He turned to the other two and winked at them. Then he aimed his snowball at them. But instead of throwing it at Wyatt and victor he threw it as his wife, who shrieked when the cold, wet, white snow made contact with her face.
Cole couldn't help laughing, while Wyatt giggled even more and ran over to them. "Aunti Bee is a snowman!" he exclaimed happily.
"So not fair," the empath pouted. Still she couldn't help smiling on her own.
The next snowball was thrown by Victor and directed at Cole, who ducked it laughing. "I'm not that easy to get," he stated.
But he hadn't thought about his wife. While Cole was bend down, she had grabbed some snow on her own and quickly put it inside his collar.
"Arrrg... GOD!" he exclaimed. "You're cheating."
Wyatt laughed heartily as be himself grabbed another snowball and threw it at his uncle. It barley touched his knee, but that didn't matter. It was just all about the fun - nothing more, nothing less. The fun they had with this wonderful white snow was all that mattered.

It had been really hard to convice Annie to go home again. She and her mom had built another snowman, or better a snow-kid to company the first one. And when that was done, Annie wanted to build another one. But it was getting colder and colder every minute and the wind grew stronger too. And short after they had started their way home it also began to snow again.
So now they were fighting their way trough the snow in the streets while the sunset crawled nearer.
"I'm cold..." Annie complained, her voice shivering.
Her mom grabbed her hand: "I know... but we're almost home..." She dragged her daughter along the streets, freezing herself. She shouldn't have let her daughter win their argument, she should have taken her home already an hour ago... But how often did it snow in San Francisco? How often would her daughter have the chance to experiance something like that?
"Come on... hurry," she motivated her little girl, "we're almost home... and then you'll get a hot chocolate and some cookies... How does that sound?"
Annie looked at her mother smiling: "That's great..." But when they turned around the next corner, the little girl suddenly stopped.
Her mother turned around. "What's wrong?" she asked.
Annie kept staring at some point in front of her. Her mother looked that way too, but couldn't see anything else than a few man talking. "Annie?" she asked, turning to the little girl again.
Annie kept staring at one of the men. He was tall and thin... he wore a black coat and his hair was black too. But that wasn't what scared the girl. No, the man was shining. But not in a light and beautiful color, not like her mom, or her friends at school, not like her angel, who she had met the other day... No this man was shining in a very dark black with some deep read spots.
And then he turned his face... and when he noticed the girl he smirked.
Annie turned to her mother: "Mommi, can we go anther way???"
"But... this is the shortest way... I..."
"Mommi, please!" Annie begged, her voice full of fear.
Her mother turned her head to the men again, just to see that one of them was slowly coming closer now. "Ok..." she said a little absent, before she pulled her daughter away, hurrying down another way...