So in the spirit of christmas.. i've decided to write a christmas story! its basically like a christmas carol, but with my own twist! ;-) i hope you all like ! happy reading, leave a comment..lucy xx

Damon gulped down another shot He was sick and tired of hearing christmas, bells, hearing all about how santa is coming and most of all the annoying little kids that would spend hours bellowing out poxy christmas carols outside his door!

The only thing that was forcing him to enjoy this holiday was the one thing that could persuade him to do anything.. Elena.. This was their first christmas together as a couple, she was pretty excited so damon figured that he might aswell of made an effort to look happy, he figured that he would suprise her with a few gifts in the spirit of the occasion.

Suddenly his phone rang, he sighed and picked it up;it was elena, he spoke in a sarcastic tone," let me guess..santa?"

Elena laughed on the other end of the phone," oh come on damon, where's your christmas spirit?" Her voice was like a wind chime, calming, he forgot all about the stress of christmas and sank into her voice," whell why don't you try and sit here listening to the non-stop carols being bellowed at outside my house?" His voice was half hearted," i'll be over in a minuet anyway damon, then we can listen to them together , anyway i need to get the presents together"

Damon sighed, but smiled," elena,what did i say? no presents" Elena giggled on the other end," i decided not to listen to you, ive got some really nice ones i think you'll like" Damon couldn't help but smile.

" since when have you ever listened to me elena?" he laughed a little. Elena paused for a while," haha damon, i do listen to you sometimes, anyway, im getting in the car now, i'll be a few minuets." Damon put the phone down and walked around for a while, enjoting the silence of the carollers while he could. Elena had been round the day before plastering the boarding house with decorations, fluffy white tinsel, fairy lights, a giant tree and even a little raindeer in the corner of the room.. damon wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.

It wasn't long before elena knocked at the door damon opened it with a smile, elena was dressed as the sexiest elf damon had ever seen, he felt like his jaw was going to fall onto the ground any moment, suddenly elena began singing as she skipped into the house with a bundle of presents," we wish you a merry christmas, we wish you a merry christmas, we wish you a merry christmas and a happy new year!" She jumped onto the sofa for her finish, and damon aplauded laughing.

She climbed up, and placed the sack under the tree and walked over to damon, her arms outstretched," merry christmas damon" Her voice was giddy, like a little child's. Damon tried to sound entheusiastic," merry christmas elena.." He was about to kiss her when she pulled away," ah,ah,ah." she shook her head. Damon looked confused as she reached into her back pocket. She pulled out some mistletoe and held it above their heads, damon laughed and met her lips for a long passionate kiss.

After the kiss had ended elena say down with damon on the sofa, admiring the roaring fire," so.." she began," your still not talking to stephan?" Her voice changed it's tone, she was sad, she didn't love stephan any more, and they'd worked things out, but she still cared for shook his head, saying nothing, elena looked at him," damon, you've left him.. and on christmas aswell.." She was obviously not trying to upset damon.

Damon stood up, why would she be defending him? Yeah, so they'd had a fall out... so what? He looked at elena," for god sake elena, you're always defending him!" He raised his voice a little more than maybe he should of.. Elena's eyes began to fill with tears and she ran upstairs, throwing the mistletoe behind her as she ran.

Damon slouched on the sofa, angry, how could she? Puttng him on a guilt trip.. huh.. Damon closed his eyes and rested his head against the arm rest; It wasn't long before he fell fast asleep. Upstairs, elena had fell asleep also but in damon's bed; tears stood still on her flushed cheeks from where she'd been crying.

It hadn't been long before a whoosh of cold air awoke damon, he sat upwright on the sofa, looking around. To his suprise he saw a fine dressed old man with a short white beard standing beofre him," well hello damon." Damon ignored the polliteness and snarled at the stranger," who the hell are you?" The old man simply laughed, why my dear boy, i'm the ghost of christmas past" His voice was calm. Boy? who did this old geezer think he was?," What the hell? How ?" Damon asked as he circled the old man.

The old man laughed," come with me to your christmas past damon, it's time for you to remember what makes christmas such a horrible time for you.." Before damon could answer, he was swept away in a whoosh of air..