A/N: This is just my version of what "Joy to the World" could be/become!
Enjoy Huddy Lovers! Greensleeves – Mannheim Steamroller Fresh Aire Christmas 1988
Nefertiri
Cuddy sighed heavily. Christmas Eve wasn't a Holiday by her faith but it still held relevance to her, a time to be with friends and family. She would be spending this Holiday season alone. No baby named Joy, with gorgeous bright blue eyes, no family, no one special. Friends were with family, or celebrating alone like her. But they wanted to be alone. Wilson mourning Amber and House… Well House didn't celebrate Christmas anyway. Two Christmases ago he had ended up unconscious from OD-ing and alcohol poisoning, practically. Lisa was sure of it. Her life sucked. Why couldn't she be happy with a family – husband and children – and friends and a nice feast to cook on Christmas even if she was Jewish, what did it matter? And all her children would be blue eyed angels like Joy…like their would be father…
The door bell rang, twice. A persistent knocking of what sounded like wood on wood was hammering on her door. Slowly Cuddy got up fro her couch, the blanket she had wrapped up in dragging on the floor as she walked lazily to ward off the evil that was still hammering on her door. She undid the bolt and opened the door to face House, bundled up and shivering, his cane still making the knocking motion on thin air. Without a word he handed her the thing he had been carrying in his other hand, and a letter. He turned and limped back to his car, Cuddy shaking and crying heavily, her shoulders heaving with her sobs. Sobs of joy, for just that, Joy. Her baby, her child, her little girl, with the blue eyes she always imagined. She looked up and out her door which House hadn't closed. He'd given her explanation, no warning, no word of comfort, or congratulations for her new mother hood. She hadn't expected him to do that, but then again she hadn't expected him to just leave either. But Joy was getting cold, so she closed the door and picked her bundle of Joy up and took her into the nursery, which she never converted back into a spare bedroom.
She sat down with her baby, after having put Joy in her PJ's, in the rocking chair, and began to hum Christmas carols.
Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves
was my great delight. Greensleeves is
all my heart, and who
but my dearest Greensleeves…
She sighed and looked out the window while she rocked. The snow wasn't too bad yet…
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