Wanted to write a Christmas story soo yeah here it is.

A good conscience is a continual Christmas.- Ben Franklin

"Jaaaade. Jaaaade." I heard a voice call. "Jade!" Before I knew what was going on I was thrown from my bed, and I was on the floor.

I groaned. "What?!" I get up to be face to face with Vega. "Vega?!"

"No, I'm your guardian angel. I just took the form of her to make you more comfortable. Now, we have some business to discuss." Angel-Vega said sitting at the edge of my bed.

"Like what?" I ask.

Angel-Vega gave me a warm smile and answered dryly, "You know what tomorrow is right?"

I think for a moment. "Tuesday?"

She nods her head. "Yes, and do you remember what tomorrow is?"

"Oh. Ugh. It's Christmas." I deadpan.

She crosses her legs. "Yeah, hi, that's what I'm here for."

"What do you have to do with Christmas?" I ask. I'm pretty sure guardian angels don't do anything on the holidays but protect the idiots who choose to get drunk and drive somewhere. And sometimes they can't even do that.

"All the other times of the year I'm your conscience, you know, the voice inside your head that you never listen to?" Angel-Vega explained, I didn't answer so she continued. "Well my assignment this year is to teach you the joys of Christmas."

I glare at her. "The joys? What's so joyous about people fighting over presents?"

She nods, "That's what I'm here to correct. Your whole attitude on Christmas. You used to love it."

My chest tightens. "Yeah, not anymore." I mumble. I didn't like thinking of the past.

"You must learn to let go and love the people around you, Jade West. Some people don't have families at all to go to this time of year." Why was she telling me this? What did any of that have to do with me?

She grabbed my hand. "I'm going to take you on a little journey through time. Christmas past, present, and future."

Wait a minute I've heard this story before. The whole thing. Scrooge is a bitter old fart who hates Christmas, and he gets visited by three ghosts to show him his past, present and future.
I used to watch that stupid special with my parents all the time when I was little and my snot nosed brother begged me to take him to see the 3-D version.

No way was I going though this again.

"Look, Angel-Vega, it's nice and all that you want to help me, but when it comes to this time of year, I can't be helped." I told her as I laid back on my bed.

The angel pouted. "Well why not?"

"Take me to my past and I'll show you what I mean by 'it's not my time of year.'" I said getting up, throwing on my Uggs.

Angel-Vega squeaked. "Yes! I'll be able go get my wings!"

"Your what?" I asked confused.

"Oh, right. Mortals don't know anything about that. Stupid, stupid!" She scolded herself.

"Just tell me what it is before you knock yourself out," I interrupt her, grabbing her wrists.

"I died a few years ago. And it talks a lot of good deeds and work to earn your wings. So I became your guardian angel when you were six. And trust me, you've been a handful." Angel-Vega chuckled.

"Oh yeah? Name one time!" I challenged.

"The snowboarding trip you took with your family and Cat in '04 when you thought it was a good idea to jump free fall from the ski lift?" She reminded me raising a brow.

"I didn't die!" I whined.

"Yes, but you almost snapped your neck. It took a lot of work to levitate you to bring you safely to the ground." She retorted.

I rolled my eyes and blushed. Yeah, I had some really stupid ideas when I was little. Sue me. "Uh, when is this so called journey beginning?" I asked recovering my cool.

Angel-Vega giggled. "Someone's embarrassed. And it starts," she opened my window and and grabbed my hand, "Right now!" We jumped, hopping into a portal that had opened in the ground.

A/N: this is the prologue I guess? There's past, present and future, so that's three chapters and then there's an epilogue. That's gonna surprise you guys. Those will be up in a few days. Hope you like this so far!