This is a story for Mondler fans…Merry Christmas….and these characters are of course the property of BKC Productions and Warner Brothers…this story takes place at the time of TOW Christmas in Tulsa……..

Chandler packed his suitcase as he rolled it out of the bedroom It nearly broke his heart as he saw his friends and family in the living room. "Why do you have to go again?" Monica sighed as she pulled the cookies out of the oven. Joey started to grab one and then she slapped him. "I have told you honey, it is the end of the year and we have to finish these reports. If I don't do them, I am going to get fired. We have to work Christmas. I know that upsets you, but that's just the way it is."Chandler tried to explain but it was no use. Monica always loved the holidays. He tried to make her understand, that he needed this job, especially now that they were trying to have a baby.

On the couch, Phoebe was plucking her guitar and trying to write a new Christmas carol. Joey was trying to steal one of Monica's cookies. She had given him a lasagna , so he would stay out of the way. Rachel stood holding Emma as she played with her little pony. Ross looked over and smiled. It was such a beautiful sight. He wished one thing this Christmas, that him and Rachel could be a real family. After all, they had a baby together.

"Aw Chandler, don't go , you promised. You and I were going to sit up and wait for Santa Claus." Moaned Joey. Ross cleared his throat. "Joey, you are 32 years old, and there is no such thing as Santa Claus"

he announced. "Do you plan on telling this to our daughter?" yelled Rachel. "Emma is too young to understand ." Chandler knew what was coming next. Joey started to get upset. Rachel put her hand on his shoulder. "Joey, yes there is a Santa Claus. And he will bring you lots of presents, he brings them to everyone, except know it all paleontologists Rachel said as she gave Ross a dirty look. Ross looked at his daughter. "You have got to excuse your mommy Emma , she is just having some post maternity hormones. " Rachel turned to him and said. "You have to got to excuse your father Emma, he is a jackass." Ross turned to her and gave her his famous gesture.

"Now this is what the holidays is. Fighting. " said Chandler. He went to Monica and kissed her. "I'll be home in a few days." He slammed the door and got in a cab.

Chandler sat in his seat on the way to Tulsa. He had become used to the commute by now, It's just that this time , he was feeling a little worse than he usually did. As a result , he chose to drown his sorrows on the flight. He started to feel something. The in flight movie was Scrooged. By the time he got to his hotel, he was feeling no pain.

Giggling , he said. "Humbug. You know I never really did like Christmas anyway." He sat down in the chair and then turned on the television. The Baywatch Christmas special was on.

"Oh good, Yasmine is wearing a new swimsuit." He said as he took another swig. There was a noise in the hall. Chandler ran to the door. There was no one there. When he came back in the room, he turned around to a familiar face.

"Geller what the hell are you doing here?" he said as he noticed Ross standing in his hotel room. "You are interrupting the Baywatch Christmas show, so this better be important." Ross turned to him ."Oh it is, you shouldn't be here, you should be with your wife, and you shouldn't be lusting after them , you are married to my sister."

"Listen Ross, you know that I love Monica, and that is why I am here. I want to give her the family she wants. The only way I can do that is to keep this crummy job. Now get out of here, I feel like I am in some cheesy movie on the late show." He said in his alcohol induced haze.

"Well part of it is everything that you've drank." Ross stated. "Oh and you can handle your alcohol ." Chandler argued with the figment of his imagination. "Yes I can." He said matter of factly. Chandler turned to him. "Did you learn that before you got married or after the birth of your illegitimate child?" Ross got that angry look. "Chandler Bing, you need to change your ways. You will be visited by…"

"I know three ghosts. I have read Dickens and also I have seen a million versions of a Christmas Carol. So why don't you go back to New York or my imagination and let me enjoy Jasmine in peace." Chandler ranted. In an instant , Ross disappeared.

The clock struck midnight. Chandler had passed out and fallen asleep. Suddenly there was a bright light in the hotel room. He got up and couldn't believe his eyes.

"Phoebe?"