An Everlark Christmas

"Hi. My name is Katniss Mellark. I am the star of the sexy and funny Katniss stories "The Wedding" and "We're Having a Baby." Peeta,..."

"Hi."

"Thank you Peeta. Peeta, Baby Mellark and I would like to wish all our readers a very Merry Christmas. Because our author's timing is off it is still only November in our story's timeline. So instead of a Christmas story about what is going on now I will tell you a story of last year's Christmas."

"Every Christmas we spend Christmas Eve at one of our family's houses and Christmas day at the other. We flip flop every year. Last year we spent Christmas eve at my parents house. Prim and her new boyfriend, who is a dick were there."

"I think you meant, his name was Dick."

"Yes you're right. His name was Richard but also, he was also a dick. But that is a story for another day."

"Thank you for clarifying that."

"You're welcome. May I continue?"

"Yes please go ahead."

"We had dinner, a delicious backed ham and a cake your Dad sent over which my very talented husband decorated."

"Thank you Honey."

"So as I was saying. Everything went very well. We ate, exchanged gifts and Prim and I were on our best behavior. We then went to bed..."

"We had hot sex in a twin bed that night."

"Do you want to tell this story Peeta?"

"No Katniss. You're doing fine. I wanted to make sure you didn't leave out that part."

"Soooo as I was saying. We got up in the morning after a night of you know what and went downstairs. I soaked my feet in these bath salts that Prim gave me."

"Oh God Peeta my feet are killing me. They hurt and itch."

"You were obviously allergic to something in the bath stuff. Are you sure you don't want to go to the emergency room?"

"No! I'm not spending Christmas day in the hospital!" I say as I look down at my two swollen feet in my large fuzzy slippers that I was forced to wear because my feet won't fit in my shoes.

"Well when we get to my brother's you can put them up or even soak them in their tub."

"Explain to me again why we're going there instead of your parent's place."

"Katniss, I have no idea. Maybe Joanie want's to show off something."

The thought of going Peeta's parent's house with that witch of a Mother in Law makes me nuts now I have to listen to my Sister in Law brag about her house.

"Here we are." Peeta says as we pull into the driveway. The house is so far back you can't see it from the street. All the way up the driveway we pass an assortment of lit Christmas decorations. Including the giant inflatable snow globe and the eight giant reindeer. And if the and of lights on the lawn weren't enough the house is lit up so bight the spinning electric meter might spin out of control.

It's a giant house. Much too large for their family. But it had to be larger than Jeanie's.
It has one more bedroom, one more bath, and one more garage space. Why do they need a five car garage. Two for cars, two for all the crap that has no where else to go and one I suspect is Johnnie's mancave. I've never seen it but I suspect it's there.

"Uncle Peeta! Uncle Peeta! Uncle Peeta!" His four nephews scream as the run towards the car followed by his little niece. "Where are the gifts?" Peeta pulls them out. "Yea! Yea! Yea!" They scream. I walk around the car and they spot me "Aunt Kitty Kat! Aunt Kitty Kat! Mom Aunt Kitty Kat and Uncle Peeta are here!"

I just look at Peeta "I know. I know." He say to me. He knows I hate to be called Kitty Kat.
We walk to the house and enter. They have a tremendous entry way with a two story ceiling. There is a twelve foot Christmas tree against the wall with tons of gifts underneath it. We're greeted by Joanie.

"Hi guys." She kisses Peeta and me on the cheek and takes our coats. "Merry Christmas. Oh God Katniss what's wrong with your feet?"

"They're swollen. I had an allergic reaction to something."

"Oh that's too bad. Go right in and sit down."

We move towards the living room "No! Not in there. In the family room."

I should have known. The living room is never used. It is a room with white leather sofas and a white carpet. It's more of a museum setting than a room that you live in. "Okay." I say.

"Aunt Kitty Kat catch!"

I turn around to see who called me when SMACK! "OOOOWWWW! That hurt!" I'm on the ground covering my face with my hands.

"Katniss. Are you alright?" Peeta asks as he helps me to my feet.

"No. I god hid in da nod." Peeta stares at me. "My nod. My nod is bweeding." I point to my bloody nose. Joanie brings me a towel.

"Katniss don't bleed on the floor." She instructs me.

"Ohta Jodie." Peeta brings me over to a soft chair. I lean my head back and pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Whad hid me?" I ask.

"My new basketball! Look!" John Junior says to me.

"Here give this to her." I hear my Mother in Law say as she drops something cold and wet in my lap. Peeta wraps the bag of frozen peas in a towel and places it on my face.

"You know Katniss. You're bleeding a lot. I think we should go to the hospital."

"No. I'm nod goding to de hodpital on Chrisdmid. NO!"

"Okay. Just sit here and relax."

"Peeda. Ged me a dwink pwease." It takes a while for him to figure out what I said.

"Oh. Juice or soda?"

"NO! A dwink!"

"I'm sorry Katniss. But there is no alcohol in this house anymore." Joanie says to me. The news travels through me like a hot poker. The thought of having to spend an evening here sober almost makes me want to go to the emergency room. But there is a night in shining armor.

"Katniss. Here is a glass of tomato juice." Mr. M gives me.

"No danks."

"Katniss. Drink the tomato juice." He practically orders. I sip it through a straw. It's a Bloody Mary. Oh God I love my Father in Law. I sat in that chair and drank it right down.

"Anoder one pwease." And down that one went. I never left the chair that night.

"So that's my Christmas story. I'm not sure what happened next."

"So I'll finish the story."

"No Peeta. That's okay."

"But you you left out the best part."

"Peeta! That's enough! The stories over!"

"Okay. Okay."

"So from all of us to all of you, Merry Christmas. And maybe if our author can find some time in this very busy week you might find a New Year's story next week. I can't promise but if enough of you ask, maybe one will appear."