A/N yes I am back :) I will write a Ross and Rachel, only by request. ok this is going to be a Christmas story that takes place the same year as the Thanksgiving where Monica cut Chandlers toe off (I forget the year that she did that) :) also it will be told from different views but I will mark when those change... Ok So review :)

Chandler's POV

I walked from the cafeteria back to my dorm. They were playing christmas music over the speakers and everything around me was Christmas decorations. Mainly Santa decorations and snowmen and mistletoe Lots of mistletoe.

I didn't have anything to do this year for the holidays. I really wanted to go to with Ross to his family's Christmas. I wanted to see Ross' sister. I hadn't really forgiven Monica for what happened at Thanksgiving, but I wanted to see her. She used to be this awkward teenager, but now she was a gorgeous young woman. I walked into the dorm room and saw Ross siting on his bed reading.

"Hey man." He said looking up from his book. I grabbed the chair from the desk and pulled it next to his bed.

"Hey I was wondering if you we're going to your parents house for Christmas?" I asked casually. I drummed my fingers on the back of the chair waiting for him to answer. "I like your sisters food." I added making it seem I was only interested in eating.

"Oh yeah sure! I'll call Judy and let her know." Ross thought that now he was 'grown-up' he didn't have to call his parents mom and dad. "I'll also have to check with Carol you know just in case she wants to go." He got off his bed and walked over to the door. "I'm going to go talk to her about it. Be back in a few." He left and closed the door.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I was going to go see Monica.

Ross came back and sat down on his bed. "Well Carol is going to her family's house, so I'm going to call my parent see if they are ok with you coming over." He reached over and grabbed the phone and dialed his parent's house number.

Monica's POV

I was chopping up onions for tonight's dinner when the phone rang.

"I'll get it!" I heard my mother call from the other room. "Hello?" She asked. She came walking into the kitchen for who knows what. "Yes, sweetheart he can come. Wait is he the fellow that Monica cut the toe off of at Thanksgiving?" Obviously she didn't care about my feelings.

Wait. Did she say toe and thanksgiving in the same sentence?! I put the knife down and wheeled around to my mom. No no no no no! I mouthed to her. She waved me off and kept talking. I still hadn't forgiven Chandler for calling me fat.

"Yes honey that's fine. When should we expect you? Ok darling see you boys then." she clicked the phone off and put it down on the counter. "Monica! What is your deal? Why don't you want your brother and his friend here? Do you hate them?" She asked.

Yes I thought. "No, that's not it." I lied. "I just don't want to make extra food, that's all." I turned and started chopping again. My mom scoffed and mumbled something as she left the kitchen

All I knew was that did NOT want to see Chandler.