Chrissy.W.x wrote:The huge red demon was lying on his bed, staring into the darkness of the stony ceiling. It was far beyond midnight, but still he wasn't able to rest. He felt so sorry for his friend, and he felt the need to cheer him up.
Julian wanted to visit his family today, like every year... but they had kicked him out. They had sensed his dark side and therefore kicked him out. "How could they..." Belthazor mumbled. He couldn't understand that those people, his parents, and siblings, couldn't see what he was able to see... That Julian was a very fine person, with a huge feeling of justice. But his family only saw what Zankou had done to him. Only his old grandmother had invited him for a diner on Christmas Day, just for the two of them. Belthazor shook his head, at least one person, who was able to open her eyes and see.
He sighed again. He knew that Julian missed all that Christmas-stuff. After all, he was still human. Bethazor rose, shaking his head. He had to do something.
Determind he went over into their computer-room. There was a telephone, connected to the world of the mortals, mainly for Julian's internet-connection. Then he picked out a flyer he found a few days ago and dialed the number.
He heard it ringing... once... twice...
"Halliwell..." mumbled a sleepy voice on the other end of the line.
"Cole?" Belthazor asked.
It took a moment, then came the answer: "You??? How do you got this number...???"
"You're flyer. 'Need a lawyer in a very 'special' case? Then call Cole Halliwell...' Found it down here in a bar," the source explained.
"Yeah, but there I also wrote, that the office is open not before January 2nd, and surely not in the middle of the night... You nearly woke up Phoebe..."
Belthazor grinned, but said: "I'm sorry... but I needed to call you without Julian noticing it... I need your help?"
"My help?" Cole asked still sleepy but with a tone of disbelieve.
"You know it's about Julian..." Belathzor said and then explained all that happened.
"And now?" Cole asked when he had finished.
"I thought I give his the Christmas he deserves... But I can hardly go up there and buy a tree and decoration and all that stuff... you know... I guess I would scare the people a little," The source replied grinning.
Cole sighed: "So I shall buy you a tree - as if that was the easiest thing ONE DAY before Christmas - and all the other things and bring them down to you?"
Belthazor smiled: "Yeah, I hope that you would be so kind... I mean..."
"Yeah, yeah..." Cole interrupted him. "I see what I can do..."
"O.k., "Belthazor replied, and his voice sounded kind of happy," Julian will be away tomorrow from 8 pm to about 10 pm... So it would be the best to bring the things around that time... than I can surprise him."
Cole sighed again. "Surprise?? O.k... if you want it like that... But now let me go back to sleep... Bye."
"Good night, Cole."
"Yeah... dito." And with that, Belthazor heard that connection broke.
The source smiled while he hung up the phone and went back to his room. That was the best idea he ever had, and Julian would be happy.

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way...

-Arrrrgggg, stop it, stop it, stop it!!!!!!!- Piper was desperate. She had taken the pillow and was covering her face and especially her ears with it. Leo, by her side, sighed tiredly, and then turned on his side to embrace her.

-Sweety... It’s Christmas...-

-Yeah, this is Christmas, this is Christmas every year, every damned year!!! She always does the same thing, Leo. Wake up early, very early, go to the kitchen and start preparing breakfast after playing those stupid carols at SIX in the MORNING!!!! –

Leo was smiling and finally broke laughing: -It’s just one day a year, honey...- At that moment, Chris started to cry loudly. Piper grumbled angrily and took the pillow away from her face:

-Once a year... And see what she gets, huh?? Dammit!!! She sat down on the bed. Leo stood up sleepy and went to the cradle, to hold Chris in his arms:

-He’ll love Christmas in the future too, you’ll see...-

-Oh, yeah... I SEE it, actually... I guess Phoebe had a lot t do with that, repeating this stupid tradition year after year...

-Shhhh... It’s ok, Chris...- Was murmuring Leo, hugging his child lovingly. –This is also because of his teeth, Piper... Don’t blame Phoebe and Christmas for this...-

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure...- At that moment, not only the radio, but Phoebe’s voice could be heard, singing the Carol of the Bells, mixed with the painful cries of the baby: -Thanks God Wyatt is not here...-

-Breakfast!!! Come on, come on, come on, family!!!! It-s almost Christmas!!!! We have to enjoy the entire day!!!- That was Phoebe’s calling. Leo turned to look at Piper, and she did the same, sighing:

-Poor Cole... I hope he was ready for this.- She said, heading to the bathroom. Leo smiled and then cradled Chris more in his arms: -Shhhh... sweety... It’s just your crazy aunt...- He said, sneering at the fact that the baby was, after all, healed from his pain and that he was actually crying because of Phoebe.

Awww.... Sweet!

O.k., I'm also trying to write not that much anymore... But I guess I need some more practicing...*lol*

Belén wrote:Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way...

-Arrrrgggg, stop it, stop it, stop it!!!!!!!- Piper was desperate. She had taken the pillow and was covering her face and especially her ears with it. Leo, by her side, sighed tiredly, and then turned on his side to embrace her.

-Sweety... It’s Christmas...-

-Yeah, this is Christmas, this is Christmas every year, every damned year!!! She always does the same thing, Leo. Wake up early, very early, go to the kitchen and start preparing breakfast after playing those stupid carols at SIX in the MORNING!!!! –

Leo was smiling and finally broke laughing: -It’s just one day a year, honey...- At that moment, Chris started to cry loudly. Piper grumbled angrily and took the pillow away from her face:

-Once a year... And see what she gets, huh?? Dammit!!! She sat down on the bed. Leo stood up sleepy and went to the cradle, to hold Chris in his arms:

-He’ll love Christmas in the future too, you’ll see...-

-Oh, yeah... I SEE it, actually... I guess Phoebe had a lot t do with that, repeating this stupid tradition year after year...

-Shhhh... It’s ok, Chris...- Was murmuring Leo, hugging his child lovingly. –This is also because of his teeth, Piper... Don’t blame Phoebe and Christmas for this...-

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure...- At that moment, not only the radio, but Phoebe’s voice could be heard, singing the Carol of the Bells, mixed with the painful cries of the baby: -Thanks God Wyatt is not here...-

-Breakfast!!! Come on, come on, come on, family!!!! It-s almost Christmas!!!! We have to enjoy the entire day!!!- That was Phoebe’s calling. Leo turned to look at Piper, and she did the same, sighing:

-Poor Cole... I hope he was ready for this.- She said, heading to the bathroom. Leo smiled and then cradled Chris more in his arms: -Shhhh... sweety... It’s just your crazy aunt...- He said, sneering at the fact that the baby was, after all, healed from his pain and that he was actually crying because of Phoebe.

When Piper finally got out of the bathroom, she still looked kind of tired. It was nearly eight when she went down the stairs to hear some voices and laughter from the dining room. 'Seems, there are some more people up already,' she thought. But when she turned around the corner, she was kind of shocked.
They were ALL down there already. Victor was there, trying to feed Christopher. And Chris and Bianca were there too, talking lively, while Wyatt giggled because Leo did something funny - as it seemed. Cole was there, with his wife sitting on his lap, and they both were chatting in a lovely way. Also Paige was fully awake, even if she still looked like she would need another can of coffee. The only person sleeping was Hope. The oldest Charmed one really couldn't believe that.
"Morning!" Piper muttered as she went over and sat down, next to Leo.
"Good morning mom!" Chris said with a huge grin on his face.
Victor chuckled and said turning to his daughter: "Seems your oldest had a great night."
Chris looked at him as realisation sank in. He grimaced disgusted: "Grandpa...!!! God I was just sleeping..." Everyone laughed heartly.
"So why is everyone so much awaken?" Piper asked then, and when she noticed the rich filled table she added: "And who the * did cook all this?"
She took a piece of breat and some cheese, while Phoebe grinned at her: "First: It's Christmas, Piper!!! And second... Well... O.k., o.k., I have to confess that I had some help, by your two wonderful boys."
Piper smiled: "Two? You mean..."
"Wyatt helped me with the pancakes," Chris explained. Piper nodded, still a little overwhelmed by all that.
Victor who had just eating a pancake smiled: "When it comes to cooking, your boys definately come after you, Piper."
Piper just smiled back unsure what else to say. But Leo just pulled her close: "Relax sweetie... It's Christmas." Than he gave her a kiss on her nose.
Piper smiled back: "Yeah... so it seems..."
Meanwhile Cole had stood up and went over to Chris. "Can we talk for a moment?" he said to him, trying to gain not too much attention.
Chris nodded and turned to his wife: "I'll be right back." She nodded and gave him a kiss.
At that time Victor spoke again: "Piper, honey... I wanted to thank you."
"For what?"
"For all this!" he said guestering at the family. "For inviting me, for letting me be a part of this."
Piper smiled, slowly more awake, and reached across the table to take his hand. "You ARE a part of this, and you're alway welcome, dad," she said smiling.
"Yeah dad... you belong here," Phoebe agreed. And also Paige nodded, even if she wasn't his daughter. It almost felt like she was.
"Thanks," Victor said, his voice heavy with emotions.
"When will we decorate the tree, daddy?" Wyatt asked then.
Leo chuckeld. "Well..." he said. "You and your big brother baught a huge tree, so... what do you think when we start right after breakfast?"
The small boy beamed at his father happily: "Oh yeah!"

Cole and Chris where meanwhile at the kitchen, and the witch and infromed his nephew about that phonecall he got last night.
Chris was frowning: "And you think you'll be able to get all this stuff? ... TODAY? God uncle Cole, do you have any idea how much people are out there, trying to get some gifts in the last minute?"
Cole nodded: "Yeah I know... But... I guess he really feels sorry for Julian, and I wanna help him..."
"Yeah..." Chris sighed. He wanted to help too, but he really didn't know when he should do that. He had promised his father and Wyatt to help decorating the tree, and he and Victor wanted to have some talkings too. And then Michael and Angela would came later. And there was still this phoencall he had to do... But then he had an idea.
"Well, you know what? I guess..." Chris started. But right that moment Paige entered the kitchen. "Need more milk," she said with a smile.
The two men just nodded. Then Chris turned closer to his uncle and whispered something to his ear. Cole smiled widely: "Sounds good..."
"What are you two talking about?" Paige asked then, while she was on her way back from the fridge.
Both men turned to her. "Well..." Chris said putting his hands in his jeanspockets.
"Nothing really important..." Cole said, with that weird look on his face, like a little boy wh's got a new plan to make some nonsense. "Just male-stuff..." he added then, when he saw Paige, mistrustful look.
"Fine," the witch-whitelighter said and went back to the others.
Chris smiled at his uncle, then the two went back, too.

Very short update, don't know if there are mistakes, I hope not... Yours was great.

Chrissy.W.x wrote:When Piper finally got out of the bathroom, she still looked kind of tired. It was nearly eight when she went down the stairs to hear some voices and laughter from the dining room. 'Seems, there are some more people up already,' she thought. But when she turned around the corner, she was kind of shocked.
They were ALL down there already. Victor was there, trying to feed Christopher. And Chris and Bianca were there too, talking lively, while Wyatt giggled because Leo did something funny - as it seemed. Cole was there, with his wife sitting on his lap, and they both were chatting in a lovely way. Also Paige was fully awake, even if she still looked like she would need another can of coffee. The only person sleeping was Hope. The oldest Charmed one really couldn't believe that.
"Morning!" Piper muttered as she went over and sat down, next to Leo.
"Good morning mom!" Chris said with a huge grin on his face.
Victor chuckled and said turning to his daughter: "Seems your oldest had a great night."
Chris looked at him as realisation sank in. He grimaced disgusted: "Grandpa...!!! God I was just sleeping..." Everyone laughed heartly.
"So why is everyone so much awaken?" Piper asked then, and when she noticed the rich filled table she added: "And who the * did cook all this?"
She took a piece of breat and some cheese, while Phoebe grinned at her: "First: It's Christmas, Piper!!! And second... Well... O.k., o.k., I have to confess that I had some help, by your two wonderful boys."
Piper smiled: "Two? You mean..."
"Wyatt helped me with the pancakes," Chris explained. Piper nodded, still a little overwhelmed by all that.
Victor who had just eating a pancake smiled: "When it comes to cooking, your boys definately come after you, Piper."
Piper just smiled back unsure what else to say. But Leo just pulled her close: "Relax sweetie... It's Christmas." Than he gave her a kiss on her nose.
Piper smiled back: "Yeah... so it seems..."
Meanwhile Cole had stood up and went over to Chris. "Can we talk for a moment?" he said to him, trying to gain not too much attention.
Chris nodded and turned to his wife: "I'll be right back." She nodded and gave him a kiss.
At that time Victor spoke again: "Piper, honey... I wanted to thank you."
"For what?"
"For all this!" he said guestering at the family. "For inviting me, for letting me be a part of this."
Piper smiled, slowly more awake, and reached across the table to take his hand. "You ARE a part of this, and you're alway welcome, dad," she said smiling.
"Yeah dad... you belong here," Phoebe agreed. And also Paige nodded, even if she wasn't his daughter. It almost felt like she was.
"Thanks," Victor said, his voice heavy with emotions.
"When will we decorate the tree, daddy?" Wyatt asked then.
Leo chuckeld. "Well..." he said. "You and your big brother baught a huge tree, so... what do you think when we start right after breakfast?"
The small boy beamed at his father happily: "Oh yeah!"

Cole and Chris where meanwhile at the kitchen, and the witch and infromed his nephew about that phonecall he got last night.
Chris was frowning: "And you think you'll be able to get all this stuff? ... TODAY? God uncle Cole, do you have any idea how much people are out there, trying to get some gifts in the last minute?"
Cole nodded: "Yeah I know... But... I guess he really feels sorry for Julian, and I wanna help him..."
"Yeah..." Chris sighed. He wanted to help too, but he really didn't know when he should do that. He had promised his father and Wyatt to help decorating the tree, and he and Victor wanted to have some talkings too. And then Michael and Angela would came later. And there was still this phoencall he had to do... But then he had an idea.
"Well, you know what? I guess..." Chris started. But right that moment Paige entered the kitchen. "Need more milk," she said with a smile.
The two men just nodded. Then Chris turned closer to his uncle and whispered something to his ear. Cole smiled widely: "Sounds good..."
"What are you two talking about?" Paige asked then, while she was on her way back from the fridge.
Both men turned to her. "Well..." Chris said putting his hands in his jeanspockets.
"Nothing really important..." Cole said, with that weird look on his face, like a little boy wh's got a new plan to make some nonsense. "Just male-stuff..." he added then, when he saw Paige, mistrustful look.
"Fine," the witch-whitelighter said and went back to the others.
Chris smiled at his uncle, then the two went back, too.

-Hey, Stevie... Honey... Wake up...- Nicki was half seated, half lying on the bed she shared with her boyfriend, caressing his cheek and talking softly to his ear. –It’s time to wake up...- Steve moved a little bit to the side, stretched and smiled, all that without opening his eyes.

-What time is it?- He asked sleepily.

-Time to get up, sleepyhead! Remember we have to meet Tom and Veronica to buy that present for Chris and Bianca!- Said Nicki, slapping his face very softly, just jokingly. Steve groaned annoyed, but then sat on the bed and opened his eyes, rubbing them first.

"I’m still not sure if we should do that... with those demons on our tail..."
“I know... but we are four powerful magical beings and if things turn bad, Tom can shimmer us backl home any time.”
“I know... maybe we should have done that even a little earlier... I don’t like last-minute-shopping.”

-You said you ha a lot of work, hon. With all the preparations and stuff.- Steve looked at her funny face, and sighed:

-Yeah, you can say it... I also spent too much time with mom.

Nicki raised her hands in defence: -You said that, not me.- Then she shrugged: -Anyway, we didn’t have the time... Tom was also busy and Veronica had to visit her family, so don’t complain now. Come on, let’s go!- She instigated him as if he were a horse, which made him angrier, but Nicki just laughed.

-Ok, ok... I am on my way...- He said as he stood up and stagger towards the bathroom. Nicki observed him sneering from the bed. He was so funny when he was just awake!

Belén wrote:Very short update, don't know if there are mistakes, I hope not... Yours was great.

Love it... it's soooooooo cute!

As you maybe noticed, I edited my last update... now it's more secretive...

Belén wrote:-Hey, Stevie... Honey... Wake up...- Nicki was half seated, half lying on the bed she shared with her boyfriend, caressing his cheek and talking softly to his ear. –It’s time to wake up...- Steve moved a little bit to the side, stretched and smiled, all that without opening his eyes.

-What time is it?- He asked sleepily.

-Time to get up, sleepyhead! Remember we have to meet Tom and Veronica to buy that present for Chris and Bianca!- Said Nicki, slapping his face very softly, just jokingly. Steve groaned annoyed, but then sat on the bed and opened his eyes, rubbing them first.

-We should have gone last week...-

-You said you ha a lot of work, hon. With all the preparations and stuff.- Steve looked at her funny face, and sighed:

-Yeah, you can say it... I also spent too much time with mom.

Nicki raised her hands in defence: -You said that, not me.- Then she shrugged: -Anyway, we didn’t have the time... Tom was also busy and Veronica had to visit her family, so don’t complain now. Come on, let’s go!- She instigated him as if he were a horse, which made him angrier, but Nicki just laughed.

-Ok, ok... I am on my way...- He said as he stood up and stagger towards the bathroom. Nicki observed him sneering from the bed. He was so funny when he was just awake!

Michael yawned. His wife had just opened the curtains and now the cold winter-sun was shining directly into his face, waking him up merciless. The last evening he and his wife had spend reading all that letter again and again, while outside the snow kept falling.
It had snowed the whole night. Only early in the morning it had stopped. That was also the reason why his wife kicked him out of bed so rudely.
"Honey, come one, wake up," she said again, "you need to clean the way to the garage... otherwhise we won't be able to drive to our friends later."
He sighed: "Just five more minutes Angy..."
Angela chuckled and sat down by his side, caressing his cheek. Michael took her hand and with a quick movement, pulled into his arms, next to him. He pulled her even closer smiling and kissed her: "Marry Christmas, baby"
"It's only Christmas Eve... and we've still a lot to do..." she complained, but smiled.
"Yeah, but I don't have to work today... and it's still early in the morning..." Michael chuckled kissing her again. "And the gifts are already prepared, same as the cake... The clothes are chosen , the bags are packet... and that little bit of snow..."
"10 inces they said in the news..."
Michael sighed: "Whatever... that'll be done quickly, with a christmas carol on the lips..."
"Ok," she sighed, giving up. Then she crawled under his blanket snuggeling closely into his arms.

Very sweet, girl! Mine this time is the worst ever, no time, no imagination, lost track... I am busier than ever as you know... ut here you are, anyway. Hope you can go on some way...

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Michael yawned. His wife had just opened the curtains and now the cold winter-sun was shining directly into his face, waking him up merciless. The last evening he and his wife had spend reading all that letter again and again, while outside the snow kept falling.
It had snowed the whole night. Only early in the morning it had stopped. That was also the reason why his wife kicked him out of bed so rudely.
"Honey, come one, wake up," she said again, "you need to clean the way to the garage... otherwhise we won't be able to drive to our friends later."
He sighed: "Just five more minutes Angy..."
Angela chuckled and sat down by his side, caressing his cheek. Michael took her hand and with a quick movement, pulled into his arms, next to him. He pulled her even closer smiling and kissed her: "Marry Christmas, baby"
"It's only Christmas Eve... and we've still a lot to do..." she complained, but smiled.
"Yeah, but I don't have to work today... and it's still early in the morning..." Michael chuckled kissing her again. "And the gifts are already prepared, same as the cake... The clothes are chosen , the bags are packet... and that little bit of snow..."
"10 inces they said in the news..."
Michael sighed: "Whatever... that'll be done quickly, with a christmas carol on the lips..."
"Ok," she sighed, giving up. Then she crawled under his blanket snuggeling closely into his arms.

-Mommy, mommy, mommy!- This was the first thing the poor woman heard early that morning. She stretched her arms and turned to the side, feeling how her body jumped in the bed at the same time as her daughter did. –Wake, mom! It’s snowing again!! Come on! Let’s go play with it!-

-Darling, it’s too early...- She answered with her eyes half open, but the little girl insisted that they had to go out and play.

-Christmas is short, mommy! And we never have snow here, come on....- She begged. Her mother had finally had to make an effort and sit on the bed, rubbing her eyes:

-Ok... Ok... Let’s go.. But first mom needs her breakfast, and a good shower, alright??- Annie nodded happily, jumping off the bed, while her mother stood up staggering a little bit, still tired from the short sleep she had had. The young woman had spent the whole night thinking of Chris, of angels, and of Danny, of course. It was Christmas and all that was so dammed weird! What if... what if it was some kind of signal from heaven?

Belén wrote:Very sweet, girl! Mine this time is the worst ever, no time, no imagination, lost track... I am busier than ever as you know... ut here you are, anyway. Hope you can go on some way...

Hey. Well I love it even if it's so short... It's really sad that you lost track again especially because this is your idea! I hope you can find back on the track soon!

And yeah, I know, I said I won't write that much again, but I had that idea on the last sentence, and needed some things to fill in between...

Belén wrote:-Mommy, mommy, mommy!- This was the first thing the poor woman heard early that morning. She stretched her arms and turned to the side, feeling how her body jumped in the bed at the same time as her daughter did. –Wake, mom! It’s snowing again!! Come on! Let’s go play with it!-

-Darling, it’s too early...- She answered with her eyes half open, but the little girl insisted that they had to go out and play.

-Christmas is short, mommy! And we never have snow here, come on....- She begged. Her mother had finally had to make an effort and sit on the bed, rubbing her eyes:

-Ok... Ok... Let’s go.. But first mom needs her breakfast, and a good shower, alright??- Annie nodded happily, jumping off the bed, while her mother stood up staggering a little bit, still tired from the short sleep she had had. The young woman had spent the whole night thinking of Chris, of angels, and of Danny, of course. It was Christmas and all that was so dammed weird! What if... what if it was some kind of signal from heaven?

Suddenly she was pulled out of her thoughts, when Annie pulled on her shirt. "Mommy? Can I?"
The woman smiled and looked down at her girl: "Sorry sweetie, what did you say?"
"I wanna have a pancake with chocolate, can I?" Annie repeated her question.
"Sure you can, today you can have everything..."
Annie smiled over her whole cute face, her eyes sparkeling with joy. Then she jumped out the room, singing the song of Rudolpf the rednosed reindeer.
Her mother followed her with her eyes and sighed. Then she got up and went to the bathroom.

"No mom, let me do this," Chris said as both, he and his mom, stood up to clean the table.
They had just finished their breakfast and everyone was heading to whatever he or she had to do today.
"And I'll help too," Victor said smiling. "There is nothing else I have planed for this morning so, please Piper... relax."
"Yeah," Phoebe agreed, while walking out of the room, "you will have enough work later, when you cook our diner."
Piper rolled her eyes and sighed. Bianca laughed. "Don't worry, I'm going to help you with diner, and Paige too."
"I know sweetie," Piper replied smiling, "thanks..." Piper knew it would be a * of work to prepare the diner for so much people, but she knew it would work, because she knew her family would help.
Right that moment Wyatt came running into the kitchen again. "Chris! CHRIS!" he yelled and jumped to his brothers arms.
"What's wrong?" the Elder-witch asked frowning.
Wyatt smiled: "Dad said he needs you. He said the tree's tooo big for him. We need your help..."
Now Chris chuckled hugging his brother tightly. Then he placed him on the ground again. "Tell dad I'll be there in a minute or two... I just have to help mom and then I have to make a phonecall... When that's done, I'll be there for you two... ok?"
"No..." Wyatt pouted. "Help now!"
Chris sighed and knelt down so that he could look into his eyes: "Hey big boy... I need to help mom, otherwise she won't be able to finish the diner later... and the call is really important.... but I promise to hurry, ok?"
Wyatt seemed to think about it for a moment the he asked: "You promise?"
Chris nodded: "Yeah, I do... Just two minutes, ok?"
Wyatt then nodded and went out of the kitchen. But in the doorway he turned around: "If not, Santa won't bring you gifts tomorrow." Then he ran away.
Chris just looked at him, shocked for a moment. Then he, and all the others in the kitchen, began to laugh.

When Phoebe went through the hallway, Wyatt passed her as fast as he could. "Hey, take it easy boy!" she called after him, but he didn't listen.
Then she saw her husband coming down the stairs and walk over to the coat rack to grab his jacket.
She frowned: "Cole? Where are you going?"
The man turned around to her and then blushed. He had hoped he wouldn't meet her before he left. He wasn't sure if she would understand.
"Ok, what's wrong?" she asked then, when he kept silent.
"Nothing he said, looking down at his feet. "I just promised someone to help him with buying some Christmas-stuff."
"Someone?" the empath asked as she went closer to him. "Someone who?"
He sighed: "Belthazor... He wants to surprise Julian..."
Phoebe just looked at him shocked. She didn't know what to say, she didn't know what to think. "You mean he.... but that's..."
"I know..." Cole interrupted her, "it's weird... But you didn't hear him, when he called last night. He really seems to care about Julian."
"He called last night???" she asked shocked, she hadn't heard anything. Cole just nodded.
For a moment both kept silent. Both didn't know what to say at that point. Phoebe's mind was spinning... She had noticed that Belthazor was anything else than an usual source, but a source of all evil that celebrated Christmas?
"Hey, everything fine?" Chris asked as he went into the hallway. He picked up the phone and looked at the couple.
"Yeah, everything's alright," Phoebe said and Cole nodded.
Chris nodded too, before walking up the stairs to the attic, to make his phonecall.
Phoebe then turned to her husband. "Give me 5 minutes..." she said and went over to the door to their room.
"For what?" Cole asked after her.
"I'm comming with you... you need a least someone with a little bit of taste..." she replied grinning and disappeared in their room.

They had a short but very hectic breakfast. Annie wanted her pancake and after she had eaten half of it, she just wanted to go out.
"No," her mother had said, "first you finish breakfast, then I get you dressed and then we go out... or do you want to get a cold on Christmas Eve?"
That had finally silenced her daughter and she had eaten the rest of her meal.
Now they were in there little hallway and the woman pulled her daughter some warm snow-pants on.
"But I won't be able to ran around in those pants..." Annie complained.
"But those will keep you warm, "her mother said, and pulled her on a * coat, a hat and some gloves. After that, she got quickly dressed herself.
Then she took her keys and the hand of her smiling daughter. "Can we finally go now?" Annie asked unable to wait any minute longer.
Her mother nodded smiling: "Alright... let's build a snowman in the park." And then both left their little apartment.
Only a minute after her mother had locked the door, her phone started to ring... but she was already in the elevator and wouldn't hear it.

So sweet as always!!! Well, I found some time to add something... Hope you like it, don't know if there are mistakes, I hope there aren't. Hugs!

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Suddenly she was pulled out of her thoughts, when Annie pulled on her shirt. "Mommy? Can I?"
The woman smiled and looked down at her girl: "Sorry sweetie, what did you say?"
"I wanna have a pancake with chocolate, can I?" Annie repeated her question.
"Sure you can, today you can have everything..."
Annie smiled over her whole cute face, her eyes sparkeling with joy. Then she jumped out the room, singing the song of Rudolpf the rednosed reindeer.
Her mother followed her with her eyes and sighed. Then she got up and went to the bathroom.

"No mom, let me do this," Chris said as both, he and his mom, stood up to clean the table.
They had just finished their breakfast and everyone was heading to whatever he or she had to do today.
"And I'll help too," Victor said smiling. "There is nothing else I have planed for this morning so, please Piper... relax."
"Yeah," Phoebe agreed, while walking out of the room, "you will have enough work later, when you cook our diner."
Piper rolled her eyes and sighed. Bianca laughed. "Don't worry, I'm going to help you with diner, and Paige too."
"I know sweetie," Piper replied smiling, "thanks..." Piper knew it would be a * of work to prepare the diner for so much people, but she knew it would work, because she knew her family would help.
Right that moment Wyatt came running into the kitchen again. "Chris! CHRIS!" he yelled and jumped to his brothers arms.
"What's wrong?" the Elder-witch asked frowning.
Wyatt smiled: "Dad said he needs you. He said the tree's tooo big for him. We need your help..."
Now Chris chuckled hugging his brother tightly. Then he placed him on the ground again. "Tell dad I'll be there in a minute or two... I just have to help mom and then I have to make a phonecall... When that's done, I'll be there for you two... ok?"
"No..." Wyatt pouted. "Help now!"
Chris sighed and knelt down so that he could look into his eyes: "Hey big boy... I need to help mom, otherwise she won't be able to finish the diner later... and the call is really important.... but I promise to hurry, ok?"
Wyatt seemed to think about it for a moment the he asked: "You promise?"
Chris nodded: "Yeah, I do... Just two minutes, ok?"
Wyatt then nodded and went out of the kitchen. But in the doorway he turned around: "If not, Santa won't bring you gifts tomorrow." Then he ran away.
Chris just looked at him, shocked for a moment. Then he, and all the others in the kitchen, began to laugh.

When Phoebe went through the hallway, Wyatt passed her as fast as he could. "Hey, take it easy boy!" she called after him, but he didn't listen.
Then she saw her husband coming down the stairs and walk over to the coat rack to grab his jacket.
She frowned: "Cole? Where are you going?"
The man turned around to her and then blushed. He had hoped he wouldn't meet her before he left. He wasn't sure if she would understand.
"Ok, what's wrong?" she asked then, when he kept silent.
"Nothing he said, looking down at his feet. "I just promised someone to help him with buying some Christmas-stuff."
"Someone?" the empath asked as she went closer to him. "Someone who?"
He sighed: "Belthazor... He wants to surprise Julian..."
Phoebe just looked at him shocked. She didn't know what to say, she didn't know what to think. "You mean he.... but that's..."
"I know..." Cole interrupted her, "it's weird... But you didn't hear him, when he called last night. He really seems to care about Julian."
"He called last night???" she asked shocked, she hadn't heard anything. Cole just nodded.
For a moment both kept silent. Both didn't know what to say at that point. Phoebe's mind was spinning... She had noticed that Belthazor was anything else than an usual source, but a source of all evil that celebrated Christmas?
"Hey, everything fine?" Chris asked as he went into the hallway. He picked up the phone and looked at the couple.
"Yeah, everything's alright," Phoebe said and Cole nodded.
Chris nodded too, before walking up the stairs to the attic, to make his phonecall.
Phoebe then turned to her husband. "Give me 5 minutes..." she said and went over to the door to their room.
"For what?" Cole asked after her.
"I'm comming with you... you need a least someone with a little bit of taste..." she replied grinning and disappeared in their room.

They had a short but very hectic breakfast. Annie wanted her pancake and after she had eaten half of it, she just wanted to go out.
"No," her mother had said, "first you finish breakfast, then I get you dressed and then we go out... or do you want to get a cold on Christmas Eve?"
That had finally silenced her daughter and she had eaten the rest of her meal.
Now they were in there little hallway and the woman pulled her daughter some warm snow-pants on.
"But I won't be able to ran around in those pants..." Annie complained.
"But those will keep you warm, "her mother said, and pulled her on a * coat, a hat and some gloves. After that, she got quickly dressed herself.
Then she took her keys and the hand of her smiling daughter. "Can we finally go now?" Annie asked unable to wait any minute longer.
Her mother nodded smiling: "Alright... let's build a snowman in the park." And then both left their little apartment.
Only a minute after her mother had locked the door, her phone started to ring... but she was already in the elevator and wouldn't hear it.

-Ok...- Sighed Nicki, leaning against the back of her chair: -I give up.- The four of them were sitting in the warm interior of a Starbucks in downtown, seeing through the windows the snow falling, and all the people that hurried from one place to another carrying all those Christmas presents. They had their own huge bags with them too, placed under the table, but they still had work to do...

-There must be something...- Intervened Veronica with a tired expression on her face. Tom’s arm was surrounding her back lovingly:

-The problem is we bought all the other presents long ago, but since we just wanted to be together for Chris’s present, we screwed it up! Why is it so difficult to agree??- Nicki exclaimed, frustrated. Steve caressed her cheek and sighed too:

-We’ll find something for him...

-Yeah, but what? What is good for me is not for you, or Veronica...- Replied Tom gaining a punch from his girlfriend. –Ouch!- She shook her head:

-People I think we just need to think about it better. It cannot be that hard...- She said, ignoring his complaint. Nicki moaned and leant her head on her arms, over the table.

-I just wanted to give him something special... This is the first real Christmas he’s gonna spend with his family in the past, no distrust, no hide things... He deserves something good. Not a... simple movie, or scarf or whatever. Something...-

-Something he can always remember and keep...- Finished Steve: -I know, you repeated that all the time. Ok, maybe we just need to revise the list again...- He added, unfolding a sheet of paper on the table. Tom sipped from his glass of coffee before placing himself nearer his friend to have a look, and veronica smiled at Nicki.

-Maybe we’re just making it too complicated. Chris might be happy with something less... hard to find, don’t you think so?- She asked. Nicki raised her eyes, sad, but then a bright illumined them:

-Oh... what about... using magic?-

Belén wrote:So sweet as always!!! Well, I found some time to add something... Hope you like it, don't know if there are mistakes, I hope there aren't. Hugs!

Love your update. Really... even if it isn't Chris first Christmas with the family (just a note to other possible authors) but the first realxed one! *lol*

Well... it's funny. I thought about going on a little last week, but I didn't had a clue about the "how"... And now, I just read your lines and another idea poped up in my head. Girl, you're my muse as it seems...
By the way, if you want to know... I took me and my family as example for that scene with the tree... *lol*

Belén wrote:-Ok...- Sighed Nicki, leaning against the back of her chair: -I give up.- The four of them were sitting in the warm interior of a Starbucks in downtown, seeing through the windows the snow falling, and all the people that hurried from one place to another carrying all those Christmas presents. They had their own huge bags with them too, placed under the table, but they still had work to do...

-There must be something...- Intervened Veronica with a tired expression on her face. Tom’s arm was surrounding her back lovingly:

-The problem is we bought all the other presents long ago, but since we just wanted to be together for Chris’s present, we screwed it up! Why is it so difficult to agree??- Nicki exclaimed, frustrated. Steve caressed her cheek and sighed too:

-We’ll find something for him...

-Yeah, but what? What is good for me is not for you, or Veronica...- Replied Tom gaining a punch from his girlfriend. –Ouch!- She shook her head:

-People I think we just need to think about it better. It cannot be that hard...- She said, ignoring his complaint. Nicki moaned and leant her head on her arms, over the table.

-I just wanted to give him something special... This is the first real Christmas he’s gonna spend with his family in the past, no distrust, no hide things... He deserves something good. Not a... simple movie, or scarf or whatever. Something...-

-Something he can always remember and keep...- Finished Steve: -I know, you repeated that all the time. Ok, maybe we just need to revise the list again...- He added, unfolding a sheet of paper on the table. Tom sipped from his glass of coffee before placing himself nearer his friend to have a look, and veronica smiled at Nicki.

-Maybe we’re just making it too complicated. Chris might be happy with something less... hard to find, don’t you think so?- She asked. Nicki raised her eyes, sad, but then a bright illumined them:

-Oh... what about... using magic?-

"No-no-no-no-no!" Piper exclaimed right that moment when Chris entered the livingroom. Looking around he saw that she was talking to Leo.
"You can't put the tree in front of the windows, we won't have any light in here..." she said pointing at the windows leading to the sunroom.
Meanwhile Bianca, went over to Chris and whispered: "And?"
He looked at her shrugging: "Didn't talk to her, guess she wasn't home."
Bianca smiled at him sadly. She knew how much that little girl messed with his mind, and she didn't want him to worry, not today nor tomorrow, not on Christmas. "I'm sorry," she said and gave him a kiss.
"Chris!" Leo called him, interrupting the couple, "could you pleace tell your mom that this is the only place for the huge tree?"
Chris let his eyes wander through the whole room, espeically Wyatt's sad face, then he nodded: "Yepp... and at this time of year, we haven't much light in here anyway..."
Piper sighed, raising her arms in frustration. "Do what you want," she said, "I'm in the kitchen."
Victor, who was playing with Hope and little-Chris in the other corner cuckled, while Piper left the room.
"I'll help you," Bianca said, following her mother in law.
Chris went over to pick his little brother to his arms. "Everything alright?" he asked.
"Mom is angry," the little boy stated, "she doesn't like the tree."
"Oh now, son," Leo said smiling, "your mom is just... well, she has too much to do."
"Yeah," Chris added, "I'm sure she'll love the tree when it's ready." Wyatt smiled relieved. Then Chris looked around: "Where is Paige?"
"I'm here," she said and Chris could see a hand raised behind the sofa, soon followed by his aunt's head, coverd by one of their fairy lights. The family had decided that with three little kids, electronic lights would be a lot safer and now Paige had to untangle the cables and check the lights.
Chris couldn't help laughing when he saw her. "Verry funny," Paige pouted.
"Come on Chris," Leo said, "can you hold it for a moment?" Chris nodded and let Wyatt down, then he went over to his father, to hold the huge tree which was even higher then he himself.
Leo meanwhile knelt down to set the three in the stand. Wyatt helped him.
"That's really cute," Victor commented looking up at them.
Chris chuckled observing his grandpa taking care of the two kids: "Yeah, you too..."
"Is it stable?" Leo asked.
"Not really..." Chris replied. "Turn it a little to the left..."
The tree moved a little...
"Good...???" Leo asked.
"I'm not sure... grandpa?"
"It's good, I would say," Victor said and couldn't help chuckling more. To him it seemed that positionating the tree was the most hardest task Leo and Chris ever had to deal with... it was really funny, and he enjoyed watching them.
"Ready?" Chris aksed his father, who turned the last screw.
"Ok, ready," Leo said as he rose again, "we can take of the net." So they did. And about a minute later, half of the room was filled with the full green brenches of the tree.
Wyatt smiled, his eyes wide: "That's really huge!"
Chris smiled too, when he saw those sparkles in his little brother's eyes. Then he took the boy to his arms again. "Come on champ," he said, "take the star."
Leo held the box with the huge golden star in front of Wyatt's nose. The star was made of glass with lot's of sparkling pouder on it. And it was meant for being on top of the tree.
Wyatt took it carefully and Chris lifted his brother up in the air. Smiling widely the little boy placed the star on top of the tree.

Flopp - Another scoopful of snow flew to the side. Michael was working since 20 minutes and hadn't even manged to get half of the way free. 'More work, than I had thought,' he told himself and sighed.
The cleansing department had already freed the roads with their huge cars, so that wouldn't be a problem. Still there were about 15 yards of way from the garage to the road that had to be freed. He liked the snow, really he did, but... not on his driveway.
He and his wife had quiet a good morning. Now she was in there, in the kítchen, where it was warm, and cleaned the dishes from their late breakfast. Meanwhile he himself wasn't sure if his fingers were still there... He never thought it could get that cold in California.
Suddenly he felt someone pattening his shoulder. Surprised he turned around to see his wife standing there, a cup of hot coffee in her hand.
"Thought you could need something to warm you," she said and gave it to him.
Michael smiled as he took it and carefully took sip after sip.
"You don't have to hurry that much," she said then, "we still have a lot of time."
Michael nodded: "Yeah, but I thought about going there a little earlier... I wanted to ask Chris if..."
"You want to go with him to that reservation, outside the city...??? Honey, today is Christmas Eve. Don't you think that can wait a little?" She understood that he was curious to find out more about that Amy. But on the other hand...
"I know, I know... it's just, I want to know. And I don't want to push Chris to something, I just want to tell him what we found out before the diner, that's all."
"Promise me?" Angela asked worried.
"Promise!"
Then he put the now empty cup to the ground next to the scoop and grapped his wife by her waist. Then she lifted her up and threw her into the snow. Laughing heartily they both tossed and turned around, enjoying the white gorgeousness like two little children.

Ok, I hope you don't mind that I go on a little... not much, but I feel like writing today...

Chrissy.W.x wrote:"No-no-no-no-no!" Piper exclaimed right that moment when Chris entered the livingroom. Looking around he saw that she was talking to Leo.
"You can't put the tree in front of the windows, we won't have any light in here..." she said pointing at the windows leading to the sunroom.
Meanwhile Bianca, went over to Chris and whispered: "And?"
He looked at her shrugging: "Didn't talk to her, guess she wasn't home."
Bianca smiled at him sadly. She knew how much that little girl messed with his mind, and she didn't want him to worry, not today nor tomorrow, not on Christmas. "I'm sorry," she said and gave him a kiss.
"Chris!" Leo called him, interrupting the couple, "could you pleace tell your mom that this is the only place for the huge tree?"
Chris let his eyes wander through the whole room, espeically Wyatt's sad face, then he nodded: "Yepp... and at this time of year, we haven't much light in here anyway..."
Piper sighed, raising her arms in frustration. "Do what you want," she said, "I'm in the kitchen."
Victor, who was playing with Hope and little-Chris in the other corner cuckled, while Piper left the room.
"I'll help you," Bianca said, following her mother in law.
Chris went over to pick his little brother to his arms. "Everything alright?" he asked.
"Mom is angry," the little boy stated, "she doesn't like the tree."
"Oh now, son," Leo said smiling, "your mom is just... well, she has too much to do."
"Yeah," Chris added, "I'm sure she'll love the tree when it's ready." Wyatt smiled relieved. Then Chris looked around: "Where is Paige?"
"I'm here," she said and Chris could see a hand raised behind the sofa, soon followed by his aunt's head, coverd by one of their fairy lights. The family had decided that with three little kids, electronic lights would be a lot safer and now Paige had to untangle the cables and check the lights.
Chris couldn't help laughing when he saw her. "Verry funny," Paige pouted.
"Come on Chris," Leo said, "can you hold it for a moment?" Chris nodded and let Wyatt down, then he went over to his father, to hold the huge tree which was even higher then he himself.
Leo meanwhile knelt down to set the three in the stand. Wyatt helped him.
"That's really cute," Victor commented looking up at them.
Chris chuckled observing his grandpa taking care of the two kids: "Yeah, you too..."
"Is it stable?" Leo asked.
"Not really..." Chris replied. "Turn it a little to the left..."
The tree moved a little...
"Good...???" Leo asked.
"I'm not sure... grandpa?"
"It's good, I would say," Victor said and couldn't help chuckling more. To him it seemed that positionating the tree was the most hardest task Leo and Chris ever had to deal with... it was really funny, and he enjoyed watching them.
"Ready?" Chris aksed his father, who turned the last screw.
"Ok, ready," Leo said as he rose again, "we can take of the net." So they did. And about a minute later, half of the room was filled with the full green brenches of the tree.
Wyatt smiled, his eyes wide: "That's really huge!"
Chris smiled too, when he saw those sparkles in his little brother's eyes. Then he took the boy to his arms again. "Come on champ," he said, "take the star."
Leo held the box with the huge golden star in front of Wyatt's nose. The star was made of glass with lot's of sparkling pouder on it. And it was meant for being on top of the tree.
Wyatt took it carefully and Chris lifted his brother up in the air. Smiling widely the little boy placed the star on top of the tree.

Flopp - Another scoopful of snow flew to the side. Michael was working since 20 minutes and hadn't even manged to get half of the way free. 'More work, than I had thought,' he told himself and sighed.
The cleansing department had already freed the roads with their huge cars, so that wouldn't be a problem. Still there were about 15 yards of way from the garage to the road that had to be freed. He liked the snow, really he did, but... not on his driveway.
He and his wife had quiet a good morning. Now she was in there, in the kítchen, where it was warm, and cleaned the dishes from their late breakfast. Meanwhile he himself wasn't sure if his fingers were still there... He never thought it could get that cold in California.
Suddenly he felt someone pattening his shoulder. Surprised he turned around to see his wife standing there, a cup of hot coffee in her hand.
"Thought you could need something to warm you," she said and gave it to him.
Michael smiled as he took it and carefully took sip after sip.
"You don't have to hurry that much," she said then, "we still have a lot of time."
Michael nodded: "Yeah, but I thought about going there a little earlier... I wanted to ask Chris if..."
"You want to go with him to that reservation, outside the city...??? Honey, today is Christmas Eve. Don't you think that can wait a little?" She understood that he was curious to find out more about that Amy. But on the other hand...
"I know, I know... it's just, I want to know. And I don't want to push Chris to something, I just want to tell him what we found out before the diner, that's all."
"Promise me?" Angela asked worried.
"Promise!"
Then he put the now empty cup to the ground next to the scoop and grapped his wife by her waist. Then she lifted her up and threw her into the snow. Laughing heartily they both tossed and turned around, enjoying the white gorgeousness like two little children.

"Phoebe? PHOEBE?" Cole called. But there was no sight of his wife. He was standing in front of their car, a 5-feet tree holding with one hand while he had some mistletoe in the other. And he was freezing... God, he was so freezing.
He and Phoebe had split up as soon as they had seen the chaos in the mall. So he went to buy the tree while Phoebe wanted to take care of the decorations. After that they wanted to meet at the car again, to put the things away, before they would go again to search for some gifts for Julian and Belthazor.
But Phoebe wasn't there... He was already waiting there, leaning against their car (Phoebe had the keys), freezing since half an hour!
'Never let a woman into a shopping mall on her own,' he thought sighing.
Then he saw someone waving in the crowed. And then he saw Phoebe's smiling face approaching him. She really seemed to be in a great mood, no... she was absolutely Christmas-crazy that year... And she was carrying six bags!!!
"Hey Cole," she exclaimed when she reached him. She placed the bags into the snow and pulled her husband down to kiss him. "Missed me?" she asked then.
"Actually yes, because I'm freezing since forever..." Cole said, not even a little amused at that moment, "where the * have you been?"
"Oh... you shouldn't swear on this day..." Phoebe said and kissed him again. "I'm sorry..."
Cole grinned: "This is not going to work..."
Phoebe kissed him again.
"Phoebe... I..."
And another kiss.
"Ok," Cole sighed when she finally let go of him, "I forgive you..."
Phoebe smiled at him, and kissed him another time, but this time Cole pushed her softly away.
Then he pointed at her bags: "Did you baught the whole shop?"
The empath giggled: "No... Only Christmas-ornaments, some candles, angels, a little singing santa claus, glitter balls for the tree of course, a nutcraker..."
"A nutcraker?" Cole couldn't believe it.
"Yeah," Phoebe replied.
"Don't you think that you exaggerate this a little?"
Phoebe looked at him frowning, tilting her head to the side: "Do you want to make a real Christmas for Julian or not?"
"Yes I will but..."
"No but's we need all this!"
Cole sighed defeated.
Then Phoebe noticed the tree: "Isn't that a little too small?"
Cole looked at the tree himself. It wasn't huge, that was true, but it wasn't small either. And it had a good shape. It would fit perfectly into the cave. "No... it isn't! B.'s cave isn't as large as the monor... that tree will fit perfectly. And... it was the best one they had left..."
Phoebe shrugged. Then she looked at her husband concerned. "Baby, oh my God... you're freezing!" she exclaimed, and immediately started to unlock the car.
"Oh nice, that you noticed..." Cole muttered shaking his head.
Phoebe quickly put all the bags on the backseat and then they pushed the tree through the back door into the car too, so that the top of it was already touching the front window. Then Phoebe locked the car again.
"What? Why did you...?" Cole asked.
But Phoebe just grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the mall. "We still need the gifts and you really need a coffee to warm yourself," she explained, smiling.
Cole rose his other arm in defence and muttered: "So let's go and fight the crowed again..."

I'm gonna start again... I think I read the beginning of this story (like first part) so I don't miss anything when I read the rest of this... Then I will edit this post (if you one of you guys haven't posted yet) and post a bit story

Sorry charmedfreak, but I feel like writing today, and Belén once said, when I feel like writing I should do it... *wink* And because I know you don't have much time either...

Here we go...

Chrissy.W.x wrote:"Phoebe? PHOEBE?" Cole called. But there was no sight of his wife. He was standing in front of their car, a 5-feet tree holding with one hand while he had some mistletoe in the other. And he was freezing... God, he was so freezing.
He and Phoebe had split up as soon as they had seen the chaos in the mall. So he went to buy the tree while Phoebe wanted to take care of the decorations. After that they wanted to meet at the car again, to put the things away, before they would go again to search for some gifts for Julian and Belthazor.
But Phoebe wasn't there... He was already waiting there, leaning against their car (Phoebe had the keys), freezing since half an hour!
'Never let a woman into a shopping mall on her own,' he thought sighing.
Then he saw someone waving in the crowed. And then he saw Phoebe's smiling face approaching him. She really seemed to be in a great mood, no... she was absolutely Christmas-crazy that year... And she was carrying six bags!!!
"Hey Cole," she exclaimed when she reached him. She placed the bags into the snow and pulled her husband down to kiss him. "Missed me?" she asked then.
"Actually yes, because I'm freezing since forever..." Cole said, not even a little amused at that moment, "where the * have you been?"
"Oh... you shouldn't swear on this day..." Phoebe said and kissed him again. "I'm sorry..."
Cole grinned: "This is not going to work..."
Phoebe kissed him again.
"Phoebe... I..."
And another kiss.
"Ok," Cole sighed when she finally let go of him, "I forgive you..."
Phoebe smiled at him, and kissed him another time, but this time Cole pushed her softly away.
Then he pointed at her bags: "Did you baught the whole shop?"
The empath giggled: "No... Only Christmas-ornaments, some candles, angels, a little singing santa claus, glitter balls for the tree of course, a nutcraker..."
"A nutcraker?" Cole couldn't believe it.
"Yeah," Phoebe replied.
"Don't you think that you exaggerate this a little?"
Phoebe looked at him frowning, tilting her head to the side: "Do you want to make a real Christmas for Julian or not?"
"Yes I will but..."
"No but's we need all this!"
Cole sighed defeated.
Then Phoebe noticed the tree: "Isn't that a little too small?"
Cole looked at the tree himself. It wasn't huge, that was true, but it wasn't small either. And it had a good shape. It would fit perfectly into the cave. "No... it isn't! B.'s cave isn't as large as the monor... that tree will fit perfectly. And... it was the best one they had left..."
Phoebe shrugged. Then she looked at her husband concerned. "Baby, oh my God... you're freezing!" she exclaimed, and immediately started to unlock the car.
"Oh nice, that you noticed..." Cole muttered shaking his head.
Phoebe quickly put all the bags on the backseat and then they pushed the tree through the back door into the car too, so that the top of it was already touching the front window. Then Phoebe locked the car again.
"What? Why did you...?" Cole asked.
But Phoebe just grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the mall. "We still need the gifts and you really need a coffee to warm yourself," she explained, smiling.
Cole rose his other arm in defence and muttered: "So let's go and fight the crowed again..."

Steve sighed when the four friends left another shop. "That's useless," he muttered, "We'll never find the right gift."
Veronica and Nicki nodded in agreement. They had no idea what to get for Chris. They had agreed earlier that it should be something magical or magical related, and on the same time it should be personal... But what exactly?
Chris was half-witch and Elder, he was the owner of Excalibur... was there anything they could give him that was more special then those things he already had, something that could surprise him maybe?
Nevertheless they had gone to several stores for magical equipment, still they hadn't found anything that was good and special enough for Chris.
"That's frustrating!" Tom exclaimed and again the others just nodded.
"And now?" Veronica asked after a moment of silence.
Nicki took Steve's hand and caressed it. For a moment their eyes locked and they smiled at each other lovingly. Then Steve said: "We go on... we still have two more shops on the list to check."
The others agreed even if Tom started to get a little grumpy. So they went into a small and empty alley and everyone grabbed the other's hand. Then the half-Phoenix shimmered them to the other end of the city.
"So, where do we go now?" Veronica asked when they had taken solid form again.
"'Spencer's shop for mystical accessoirs and common potions'," the Tom said and pointed at the exit of the backyard they were in, "right around the corner.
When they reached the shop the women frowned. "Are you sure we're at the right place?" Nicki asked.
The shop looked not very welcoming. It was dark and you could hardly see inside, through the dirty windows. And the paint on the wall was gone too... the whole building looked like it could crash down any minute.
"Yeah, we're right," Steve said, "Tom and I had been here often when we were younger... to get the stuff we needed for school..."
The girls shrugged, but let the men move ahead, following them a little hesitatingly.
Inside the shop was as unwelcomming as it had been from the outside. It was dark and dusty and... God? had that been human eyes in that glass on the shelf? Nicki and Veronica couldn't help the feeling of being in a freak-show.
"Good morning, how can I help you?" an old man said, appearing behind a curtain.
"We're searching for a gift... it's for a special friend of ours." Steve said, while the girls instinctivly stepped a little back.
"A special friend, I see..." the old man said. He looked like he hadn't had a shower in ages... He scratched his chin for a moment then asked: "Is he magical?"
"Yes," Tom said, simply.
The man nodded: "I guess, you already searched through a lot... if you got here on Christmas Eve, I would say you hadn't been successful." The four friends nodded.
"Well," the man went on, "finding the right gift isn't a matter of value... it's a matter of the heart." He made a break looking at them, then he smiled: "You know what? Search through this shop, you can turn over every stone in here... and I'm sure your heart will show you the right gift for your friend!"
"Thanks," Steve said and started to walk around, same as Tom. The women hesitated a moment, eyeing the owner of the shop suspicious, but then did the same.

(My little Christmas present... Finally!!! It'll will take me longer again, but here's something Btw, sorry, Charmedfreak, but feel free to go on... Always reading everything carefully, ok?? )

EDITED: I changed the first part, hope you like it!

EDITED 2: I fixed the problem

EDITED 3: I explained that better. corrected in orange.

Chrissy.W.x wrote:Steve sighed when the four friends left another shop. "That's useless," he muttered, "We'll never find the right gift."
Veronica and Nicki nodded in agreement. They had no idea what to get for Chris. They had agreed earlier that it should be something magical or magical related, and on the same time it should be personal... But what exactly?
Chris was half-witch and Elder, he was the owner of Excalibur... was there anything they could give him that was more special then those things he already had, something that could surprise him maybe?
Nevertheless they had gone to several stores for magical equipment, still they hadn't found anything that was good and special enough for Chris.
"That's frustrating!" Tom exclaimed and again the others just nodded.
"And now?" Veronica asked after a moment of silence.
Nicki took Steve's hand and caressed it. For a moment their eyes locked and they smiled at each other lovingly. Then Steve said: "We go on... we still have two more shops on the list to check."
The others agreed even if Tom started to get a little grumpy. So they went into a small and empty alley and everyone grabbed the other's hand. Then the half-Phoenix shimmered them to the other end of the city.
"So, where do we go now?" Veronica asked when they had taken solid form again.
"'Spencer's shop for mystical accessoirs and common potions'," the Tom said and pointed at the exit of the backyard they were in, "right around the corner.
When they reached the shop the women frowned. "Are you sure we're at the right place?" Nicki asked.
The shop looked not very welcoming. It was dark and you could hardly see inside, through the dirty windows. And the paint on the wall was gone too... the whole building looked like it could crash down any minute.
"Yeah, we're right," Steve said, "Tom and I had been here often when we were younger... to get the stuff we needed for school..."
The girls shrugged, but let the men move ahead, following them a little hesitatingly.
Inside the shop was as unwelcomming as it had been from the outside. It was dark and dusty and... God? had that been human eyes in that glass on the shelf? Nicki and Veronica couldn't help the feeling of being in a freak-show.
"Good morning, how can I help you?" an old man said, appearing behind a curtain.
"We're searching for a gift... it's for a special friend of ours." Steve said, while the girls instinctivly stepped a little back.
"A special friend, I see..." the old man said. He looked like he hadn't had a shower in ages... He scratched his chin for a moment then asked: "Is he magical?"
"Yes," Tom said, simply.
The man nodded: "I guess, you already searched through a lot... if you got here on Christmas Eve, I would say you hadn't been successful." The four friends nodded.
"Well," the man went on, "finding the right gift isn't a matter of value... it's a matter of the heart." He made a break looking at them, then he smiled: "You know what? Search through this shop, you can turn over every stone in here... and I'm sure your heart will show you the right gift for your friend!"
"Thanks," Steve said and started to walk around, same as Tom. The women hesitated a moment, eyeing the owner of the shop suspicious, but then did the same.

-...When the ghost left, the evil man was left alone again in his house, and... do you know what happen then, Wy?- Chris was telling little Wyatt a story as he hugged him while they were both sitting on the sofa. The child shook his head, very serious, hard-thinking probably. They both had stayed for a while in the lounge after setting the tree, while the others had gone back to their activities. Actually, the two of them were so focused that none of them noticed the presence of Victor, who was leaning against the frame of the door, smiling full of love. However, Chris didn’t see him. He smiled at Wyatt and went on: -Well, it happened that another ghost came!- Wyatt opened his little eyes a lot:

-Was it a bad ghost??- He asked, but his brother shook his head, hugging him more strongly:

-It was a good one. A little weird maybe... But he was good, though the bad man didn’t know. It was the ghost of Future...-

-Christmas!- Added Wyatt at the same time as his brother, who laughed and rubbed his hair:

-Yeah, that’s it... It was the ghost of Future Christmas. Actually he had come to show him the evil future he was creating... He wanted to show Mr. Scrooge how the future would be, if he kept on being so mean, and...-

-But Mr. Crooge was bad... And bad people like doing bad things, so Mr. Crooge like bad things...- Said Wyatt, trying to understand the whole thing. Chris looked him in the eyes, also a little bit distressed:

-Actually, I don’t think he was so bad, Wy. I thing he just didn’t realise he was doing bad things. He was good, but he needed to be taught and shown the good ways... Understand??- Wyatt nodded, not really understanding the whole thing, but at that moment another voice distracted them:

-The Christmas Carol of *! Nice choice...- It was Victor, who had decided to finally enter grinning at his grandsons. He was really moved by that scene, but had noticed that Chris’s version of the tale was changing slightly. The oldest raised his eyes at him and smiled a bit ashamed:

-Hey grandpa... I was telling him our favorite Christmas story! You used to tell it to me, remember??- No, of course, he didn’t... Victor sat by his side, and patted his knee:

-So you’re telling me that I was to blame for your... obsession with time travelling??- He laughed. Chris also laughed slightly and lowered his eyes.

-Kind of...- Wyatt didn’t understand what they were talking about, but the story had to have an ending, so he pulled from Chris’s sleeve and begged:

-But what happened with him, Chris?- Victor smiled too, and looked at him, waiting for the ending:

-Well...- Chris was, however, kind of confused now: -Wy... I mean... Mr. Scrooge saw all the wrong he was gonna do, so he decided to change and... he turned good, helped people, saved the child that was gonna die, gave money to the poors, and...

-And he lived happy ever after.- Finished Victor, caressing the child’s curls. Chris smiled, staring at him, but with other images in mind. –And all that thanks, especially, to the ghost of Future Christmas!- Now Chris bushed. But Wyatt was just clapping his hands very happy.

-Ok... Guess we can tell mom the story later, bro. Just go play with your toys and I...-

-YOU... and I- Intervened Victor, placing his hand on Chris’s knee when he was starting to stand up. Chris sat down again, kind of confused, but the man went on: -You and I have a conversation waiting, don’t we???- Chris stared at him confused for a moment, while Wyatt had already left their side and was on the floor playing with those little cars he loved so much, but then he smiled, realizing what his granpa meant:

-Oh... Yeah... The angels stuff.- Victor nodded immediately and repeated:

-The Angels stuff. What happened, son?- Chris looked him in the eyes, and then sighed, resting his back on the sofa:

-Nothing worrying, grandpa, I told you...

-You wouldn’t worry if it were not worrying.- Chris had to smile, and surrender. Victor had always understood him so well! Actually, that had been so in both timelines, and maybe in those others he didn’t remember now, too... He and uncle Cole... Such two special people in his life. Chris had to thank them both for being who he was, no doubt. And now he had to speak, or Victor wouldn’t let him go.

-Well... Ok. I was shopping in the mall with Bianca, when this little child... Annie, came to me weeping and said I was her guardian angel. Period.- Victor furrowed his eyebrows and immediately afterwards he smiled softly:

-But she’s just a child... She might have just seen in you that great person you are, or maybe... she might be a witch... There’s nothing weird in that, actually you are...

-NO! I’m not, I told you! I am NOT a guardian angel! That’s different, grandpa. That’s just fantasy! Nothing real! I don’t think guardian angels exist at all.- Victor looked in his grandson’s eyes, shocked for his reaction. The boy seemed to be irritated, but... why??

-Son... I didn’t mean... Ok, listen. We talked about this, yeah. And you have to understand that all this magical stuff is hard for me. I don’t see the difference, I...

-There’s a huge difference. Magic is real. I AM real. But angels. That kind of angels, are just a myth!

-Well, right...- Victor didn’t want to argue, and Chris’s attitude had changed for some reason, a reason he wanted to find out, actually, so he decided to leave things that way.

–But as I said, maybe she is a witch and felt you were a whitelighter. Period.- Chris laughed a bit sarcastic:

-You cannot feel that... And she said she DID see my colors. And the worst is her mom wants to talk with me too. I tried to phone, but no one answered. I don’t know what this is about, but this is ridiculous, don’t you see?? The thing I less wanna hear about right now is angels. Angels and miracles are things that don’t exist!- Victor listened to him patiently, and frowned:

-Wait...- He said finally, pensive: -You don’t believe in them, or you just don’t wanna hear about those things, because they... disappointed you??- Chris looked in his eyes, and felt his own distress when he tried to swallow and was hard. His eyes went wet now...

-It’s ridiculous, that’s it.- He answered simply. Victor stared at him, worried, and then patted his knee:

-Come on, Chris. You can talk to me.- He paused, feeling Chris’s eyes avoiding his. Then continued, suddenly remembering: -You said... You stopped to believe in angels when...- He paused. He had said he had stopped to believe in Santa when he was seven. Also in angels... And in those things. Chris nodded:

-Actually... when mom died, some years later. That helped-

-Chris...-

-No. Forget it. That’s not the question, and I should just talk to that woman and help them, or find out what this is about..-

-Chris.- Victor insisted, holding now his hand: -This is about YOU. This is about your faith...- Chris laughed, but said nothing, keeping just his eyes fixed on little Wyatt while he played with the toys. –Everything happens for a reason, son. You say that, and my daughters say that and I have realised that’s true. Have you... Have you stopped to think that maybe you don’t need to help that girl?? That maybe... she’s helping you??-

-Me???- Chris looked at him confused: -I don’t need any help, I...- But Victor smiled:

-She’s gonna help you get your faith back Chris. You believe in witches, magic, whitelighters... But this is Christmas, and you don’t really believe in the Christmas spirit, son. You don’t believe in the Christmas miracle.- Chris tried to smile, but the tears that were fighting to go out, finally ran down his cheeks. He sobbed a little bit and tried to stay calm. Victor smiled understanding, and pressed his shoulder as he said: -I hadn’t stopped to think that these are one of your first true Christmas since you are here...- Chris swallowed.

-These are my first true Christmas since almost ever, grandpa, even though it’s already the third time I celebrate it in the past... Present. Whatever.- He said with a very weak and sad voice, but smiling. – I mean... last year was nice. But Christmas were not so... stressing for me. We had other things in mind, other worries, and other things to think about, like... myself having been conceived and all. Actually, with all the “me-being-their-son” stuff, I didn’t even pay attention to Christmas. They just passed by... And that was good, because I... I just didn’t want to remember the previous year, you know?? The first year I was here. That was like a... like a nightmare. They didn’t trust me, they even hated me, and I had to live with that, and keep on. You don’t know how hard it was to... to look through the window and see they were having fun while I was freezing outside. And then I was on the bridge all the night... I even felt asleep there, wishing that Leo came for me. Wishing that something happened, and they finally realized that I was who I was, without my own intervention. But guess what, grandpa, no miracles!- He laughed sarcastic. Victor pressed his shoulder again, kind of surprised for those revelations:

-They... didn’t invite you??- Again, Chris laughed:

-Oh, they did. I just didn’t feel like going... I wanted them to beg me to go. Or maybe I just wanted them to know who I WAS, and don’t feel forced to invite me just because I didn’t have a family... Isn’t that ironic??- Actually, Leo had told him short before that, that he was NOT family... Chris was so hurt at that moment... However, it was not the time to bring those memories back. And Victor was not helping... The old man nodded, understanding:

-I see... Ok, let’s do something. Call that woman, talk to her, to the girl, and think about all that. And then we can talk again. And you’ll tell me if you don’t really believe in Christmas anymore.

-But I do, I believe in...- Victor shook his head:

-No, you don’t, Mr. Scrooge. Maybe you need a little trip along your life, too- Chris frowned, still feeling his eyes wet. He hadn’t really thought of himself as Mr. Scrooge, actually his version of the story was a different one, but... At that moment, Wyatt patted his knee:

-Are you sad??- He asked innocently. Again, the little child was feeling his sadness. And Chris felt bad for that. He took him in his arms and hugged him tightly: -No, buddy, I am fine. These are the best Christmas ever.- He said with no intonation... Then he looked at Victor out of the corner of his eyes, and nodded as he smiled. He was so damned right... He had been behaving as an idiot all that time, hating snow, complaining about long lines in the mall, and just pretending that he was happy, when all those memories said he wasn’t for Christmas anymore.