Author's Note: My plan for this one is to have a little bit of Christmas magic come to some of the residents of Port Charles. Each chapter will deal with one person's wish. This is the soap opera world so sometimes things don't happen exactly the way you think they will…
MY CHRISTMAS WISH: THE BEGINNING
Jason Morgan was glad his day was over. It had been a long and difficult one for him. He never really liked the holidays anymore and this year was no different. He was tired of the decorations, the lights, and the constant chorus of "Merry Christmas."
He would never really understand people he figured. All year long people would fight, hurt, and kill each other. They would lie, cheat, and steal anytime they could. That didn't change much during the Christmas holiday except that they hid it a little more. People would say one thing and do another. While he was out working that very afternoon he was wished a "Merry Christmas" by a man who had threatened to kill him the week before. It was the hypocrisy of it all that drove him crazy.
As he pulled into the parking garage Jason was thinking of three things. The first was that he could escape all this holiday nonsense by retreating into the solitary confines of his penthouse. The second thing on his mind was to play a quiet game of pool by himself and just unwind from the day's events. The last thing he wanted was to open a cold beer. He planned to drink it slowly while he played pool and escaped the world.
That was the plan and he was really looking forward to it. He needed some time to himself and to unwind from everything. He heard the music playing as he stepped off the elevator. That should have been his first clue that his plans had gone awry.
The sights and sounds that greeted him when he opened the penthouse door were the last things he had expected. It was also the last thing that he had wanted.
"Surprise!" Spinelli and Maxie hollered as he entered. It most definitely was a surprise because they were supposed to be gone. They were supposed to be spending the holiday with Spinelli's grandmother.
The music he had heard was coming from his stereo system. Spinelli and Maxie were playing Christmas music. Loudly! They were both dressed in costume. They looked like Santa and Mrs. Clause.
Jason sighed. He wanted to yell at them to turn down the music and leave him alone. But he would not. Spinelli lived there too and was free to change his plans and stay home instead of going away.
While he was putting his jacket and gun in their proper places in the closet, he had a chance to really notice his living room. Or at least it used to be his. Now it looked more like the picture on a greeting card. The fireplace was lit and there was garland and a nativity scene set up on the mantle place where his pictures used to be. In fact, the entire room was drowning in lights and decorations. He sighed.
Okay, he thought to himself. So, I don't get to be alone right now. So the first of my three wants for the evening is out. He decided he could deal with this for a little while. He would just drink a beer and play a game of pool.
The pool table! Where the hell was his pool table? Moments later he realized that the pool table was the covered thing under the large Christmas tree and all the presents. Now he was getting very annoyed and he let it show on his face.
"Greetings Stone Cold," Spinelli said cautiously as he approached Jason. "My fair Maximista and I have been compelled by unseen forces of the universe to remain here and spread Christmas blessings on the residents of Port Charles."
"Not everyone hates people like you do!" Maxie stated loudly in that annoying tone that Jason had come to hate. "We have been contracted by Santa Clause to bring well wishes and Christmas miracles to several people here in Port Charles."
Jason had always known Spinelli was a bit strange. Most of the time it didn't really bother him. Spinelli had proven to be a valuable employee and a trusted friend. Right now however, he was caught completely off guard and wondered if Spinelli and his girlfriend had been drinking or had both lost their sanity at exactly the same moment.
He had no clue where to begin or what to say to the strange people in front of him. So he said nothing. He went over and turned the stereo down to a more acceptable level and then headed to the kitchen. He was even more unhappy now. He wasn't going to be alone and he couldn't play a game of pool. He was very annoyed that his house had been taken over by Santa and Mrs. Clause.
"My beer better still be here." Jason growled to no one in particular as he opened the refrigerator door.
His beer was still in the refrigerator. Although it had been moved to the door and the rest of the space was filled with Christmas cookies, egg nog, and a bunch of other stuff. Jason opened his beer and took a long, satisfying drink of it.
To his surprise, Jason noticed that the kitchen was spotless. Whatever mess they had made in putting all this stuff together they had at least cleaned up. He had his beer and the kitchen was clean, so Jason decided not to come unglued on the strange people in his living room. The people that claimed to be under contract from Santa Clause to bring some Christmas miracles to Port Charles.
He decided not to even ask what they were talking about or how they were going to accomplish their intended mission. It would be easier to take his beer upstairs and get a long, hot shower instead. At least he could be alone then. So, he could have two of his three fondest wishes for the night. As he headed upstairs a strange thought crossed his mind that if he had any marbles he could play with them on his bathroom floor and that would be like a game of pool.
'Oh hell' Jason thought immediately, 'I've obviously gone crazy too.'
He gave up on the beer, the shower, and the marbles and headed off to bed hoping that he and his roommates would wake up sane in the morning!
Author's Note: Okay, that is the set-up for the Christmas miracles. I have several things in mind for several people. However, if you have some ideas please let me know. Be sure to review!!