A/N: Me: Alright. Here goes my story.
Nudge: tell'em.
Me: what?
Nudge: You know.
Me: OOHH! KK. I wanted to write this after I read a twilight story. But I'm putting this one to MR.
Nudge: *Singing* IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII SAW MOMMMMMY KISSSING SSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTA CLAUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSE!
Me: *face palm*
Angel's POV:
Christmas Eve! I sounded more prettier every time I said it. I sat in my pink night gown under the Christmas tree next to the fire, staring at those stockings trying to develop a power to make them open right now.
I was so dazzled by the Christmas lights that I didn't notice Max come sit by me.
"Hey," she said.
"Oh," I said as I turned to look at her, "Hey Max."
"What's up?"
I smiled a huge grin. "It's Christmas Eve," I squealed.
"Did you see all the ornaments?"
I nodded. "My favorite one is the turtle doves." I pointed to the two doves. They were both separate ornaments and had half a heart hanging from their dipping wing. But when you put them on two branches close to each other, they look like one.
"They have your wings," Max said.
I spread my wings out and cooed like a dove. Max and I laughed.
"You know Turtle doves symbolize true love on Christmas," I said to Max. I don't think she noticed.
"I'm excited for Christmas! Is Santa going to come tonight?"
Max nodded. "He's going to bring you presents if you've been a good little Angel."
I nodded, now becoming serious. "I've been good haven't I?"
"Well," she said with a sarcastic tone, "I don't know," she said with a sarcastic tone.
We laughed as Dr. Martinez came in with the rest of the Flock and Ella.
"Good we're all here," she said as she sat down on the couch. I jumped up and sat on the couch next to her. She had a book in her hand.
"What are we doing Mrs. Martinez?"
"Ella, perhaps you'd like to explain."
Ella stood up with a wide grin. "Well, every year Mom and I sit on the couch by the Christmas tree and read a The Night Before Christmas. We thought since you guys were staying with us for Christmas you'd like to too."
"But there's on condition," Mrs. Martinez said.
"Oh, no," Gazzy said.
"You see, we don't have any Christmas cookies frosted for Santa."
Ella disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared at the counter with multiple bowls of frosting.
"All right," Iggy said, "Frosting party!"
He high fived Gazzy and we started frosting while Dr. M read The Night Before Christmas.
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
'Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!'"
As she finished the last line we placed the last cookie in the box and the third cookie on the plate for Santa.
"Alright, and to all a good night," Max said, "Now let's go to bed. Christmas will get here soon enough." Max shooed us out of the living room. Well, all of us except Fang.
Nudge and I hurried off to our room giggling the entire way.
"Wow," Nudge said lying on the bed, "It's kind of boring just staying here, but the cookies and Christmas and not having to run for our lives is cool." I let Nudge ramble on but I concentrated on Christmas Santa and Max. My Christmas was almost complete!