Disclaimer: Will someone bring me the Halliwell boys for Christmas???

PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!

Cause I don't own Charmed…++stares into space sulking++

Noone? Ok, then how about a review if I should continue…?!

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Ever thought about how it came to the "Halliwell-house-rules-for-Christmas" I mentioned in my story "NO!" ???

Well- here we go…

Blown up Christmas

by dragonsflyfree

"Wy! You can't do that…mom's going to kill you…" a twelve year old Christopher Halliwell warned his big brother, although grinning about the tree that filled half of the family manors living room and was alit with bright sparkling orb-lights by now.

"Nah lil' bro! It's Christmas! Have you ever seen mom angry at us around Christmas time?" a very cheerful Wyatt answered.

"Remember the first one without dad…? She was furious then!"

"But it wasn't about us, she was angry about dad. But to us she was all going "..awwww my poor little angels…!" Wyatt seemed really amused talking about those times. Chris in the contrary still felt the sharp sting of loss thinking back to the times their dad got promoted to a full elder.

"…But how can you remember that time anyways, you were what…three or four?" Wyatt asked while throwing tinsel half-heartedly over the twigs of the tree. His mom would anyways start to rearrange the tree.

"I was five, Wy, and not anyone has the same form of amnesia if it comes to their childhood."

"It's not my fault that I'm not the walking five terabyte hard drive like my little smart-ass brother here! You have far to much going around in there bro' !" The older Halliwell brother said knocking his knuckles teasingly on Chris' frowning forehead. "…Leave some space in there for the real things Chrissy…!"

"Which are…?"

"Mmmh, let me see…girls, girls and…ah yes GIRLS!"

Chris' face took on the impression as if he would throw up into the next best box of Christmas decorations. "Is there any potion against puberty…?"

"You - asking ME? Let's feel your head…MOM! I THINK CHRIS IS RUNNING A FEVER! HE'S DELUSIONAL!!!"

"CAN'T HEAR YOU HONEY, THE MIXER'S TOO LOUD!" A busy Piper called out of the half open kitchen door.

"A..hole!" mouthed Chris! "You should keep mom out of this…you know how she is when she's interrupted in Christmas preparations…!"

"And you little C should not ask me stupid things! YOU are the walking, talking book of shadows. Not me. I could use a little help over here, by the way."

"You know I'm not allowed to decorate the tree…" Chris started "…"since you put all these poor fairies on it…I know, I know!" finished his brother in an undertone of amusement.

"I was a KID, for gd's sake…!" the youngest Halliwell-Wyatt son growled.

"…and now you are…?" Wyatt teased, knowing how much his brother hated it to be treated like the baby of the family.

"O.K. I'm out of here!" the young whitelighter mumbled while stomping up the stairs.

"My, my aren't we touchy today…!" commented Wyatt the not so graceful exit of his brother.

"…I'd rather call it bitchy, if you asked me…" a tender voice came out of the depth of a nearby couch.

"Katie, you sneaky little brat! Were you eavesdropping again…that's not very ladylike!"

"I was just sitting here reading a book" seven year old Melinda answered, sticking her head over the backrest. Her eyes sparkled with the mischief her two big brothers loved and at the same time feared her for. Little Mel seemed to be the perfect fusion of her mothers handsome appearance and her aunt Paige's sarcasm (Ok, maybe that was Chris' merit too?). Add some of Phoebe's temper (you have seen her act in her teens? – double that!) and you get the most dangerous but adorable kid of the Halliwell clan, or what her brothers called her : The killer-dung-beetle, short KDB.

Most people understood "Katie B" if her brothers called her that. So Katie became some sort of her second name.

"The way you look sometimes scares me, do you know that?" Wyatt asked flopping besides his sister.

"That's what sisters are there for, aren't they? But what are we going to do?"

"Do about what…?" Wyatt asked confused.

"About our own little Grinch up there." The small girl said, putting her book besides her while pointing at the ceiling.

"Oh come on, cut him some slack. You know Christmas is not really his best time of the year…"

"…Yeah, yeah…and still no one tells me about why my, otherwise totally acceptable, brother goes psycho every time the calendar shows the innocent word 'December'…"

The older brother looked meaningful into the girls eyes.

"Katie, can you keep a secret?"

"Yes, yes…!" she nodded, excited to get one step further in her endeavour to suss all their complicated family structures and secrets. The blonde boy leaned his head conspiratorial to his sister whispering "…me too, Katie, me too…" before a big cushion hit her straight.

"…You are sooo mean, Wy!..." she squeaked, orbing the cushion back at her brother. "Isn't that what big brothers are there for…?" Wyatt grinned even wider while putting the pillow away.

"Doesn't matter, I have already an idea on my own." She said innocently…

…that was NEVER a good sign!

…TBC???