Tis' the season to post things entitled this and related to the jolly season, so, alas, I am posting yet another story. I guess you could say it's my Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza, or whatever holiday you celebrate (or don't celebrate) around this time of the year. In this story though, our hero's (I don't like the word heroine, so Nancy's a hero) are at the Hardy's decorating for Christmas. Sorry to those of you who don't celebrate Christmas and If I'm offending you or your religion in some way. By the way, I decided to make this also for people who aren't familiar with the stories Carolyn Keene and Franklin Dixon write, so ignore the introductions to people you may already know.

Me: I totally own this!

Carolyn Keene: Hun, you only wish you did.

Me: Sad face* This is true.

Franklin Dixon: Say it.

Me: sigh* I don't own The Hardy Boys or Nancy Drew

Carolyn Keene: Better

Franklin Dixon: Now on to the story

Me: Hey! Even if you do own it Mr. I still get to introduce the da-

Frank: Ignore her choice words and let's get onto the story.

"pass the holly" Nancy told Joe.

"yes ma'am" Joe said, giving her a mock salute and passing the bag full of holly.

Joe knew Nancy loved Christmas, but, jeez. He was worse than his mother, Laura, and that was saying something. Laura was in the living room putting garland on top of the fireplace.

Frank and Fenton, Joe's brother and father, were in the garage trying to find working lights to cover everything Laura wanted covered in light, this included the windows, door, chimney, and, well, just about everything. She even wanted them to lay lights on the roof into a shape of Santa so airplanes, yea, airplanes, could see it.

Needless to say, Christmas was an anticipated event in the Hardy household.

"Nan!" Frank called from the door.

"Yeah?" she replied.

"Can you help me untangle these lights?"

She sighed good-naturedly and replied with, "I guess so". She dumped the bag of holly into Joe's hands and said "impress me" as she walked out the door.

"Mom!" Joe called.

"yes, honey?"

"Help"

"why do you need my help with the lights?" Nancy asked. "Big strong men like you can't untangle a bunch of lights?"

"Actually" Fenton began. "we got bored and wanted a break"

"you know how much we hate the lights" Frank added.

"Yes, every year you complain" She said, "I'll untangle and pass them up to you"

Frank turned to get onto the ladder again.

"Frank"

"yeah?" he asked, turning his attention from the ladder to Nancy.
"be careful"

He smiled at her, "always"

Fenton smiled also and said, "I knew she was the one"

Nancy blushed at this and went to busy herself with the lights.

"you put the holly where you think it needs it" Laura told Joe.

"I hate decorating" He complained.

"I know" she smiled.

"then why must you do this to me?" he asked.

"because your good at it"

"That's all wrong, Frank" they heard Nancy yell.

"Then come up here and do it yourself" he retorted.

Joe could almost feel Nancy's glare.

"I'll do it" Fenton said, trying to prevent any more argument.

"I've got to see this" Joe said. After putting the finishing touches on the banister he ran outside to see what was going on.

As he got outside Fenton was putting up the finishing touches.
"see!" Nancy exclaimed. "That's the way it's supposed to look!"

"Now you know" Laura said.

Frank gave her the, 'not helping Mom' glare. He thought it was full proof, but then again there were now two women who could control him now, and they were both giving him disapproving glares with their arms crossed over their chests.

"Aren't you going to make *dirt cake?" Joe asked trying to prevent anymore glaring, and trying to get some dirt cake out of it.

Fenton nodded enthusiastically. He to loved dirt cake.

"Nancy" Laura said. "Would you be a dear and come help me"

"Of course Laura" she said, refraining from calling her Mrs. Hardy, since she to was a Mrs. Hardy. "I'll get the pudding and cookies from the pantry"

They made their way into the house as Frank let out a sigh.

"Let's go steal some cookies" Joe suggested.

"Some how, not even with our stealth skills, I don't think it's gonna happen"

"let's go try at least" Joe complained.

"Okay" Fenton said as, they to, made their way into the house.

A/N: I should have the next chapter up tomorrow! It'll be about opening presents, and just Christmas morning in general.

*: Dirt Cake: More commonly known as Oreo Cake. It's a pudding, crumbled cookie cake.

Have a wonderful Christmas season!

~Mrs. Frank Hardy