I know these are meager offerings but this is to all of the naughty and nice on this site, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Disclaimer: I don't own...but I wouldn't mind seeing them in my stocking! ;)


I'll Be Home For Christmas

Looking back on past Christmases, he knows that having a second chance at love is more than he could have ever asked for. He wasn't looking for it, but it found him. With the reflection of the flames from the fireplace dancing upon her sleeping face, he can't help but feel that he is right where he needs to be.

Home is in her arms.


O Christmas Tree

"What are you looking at?" asks Lindsay.

"Lucy. Do you think she knows what is going on?" Danny asks.

Lindsay looks at Lucy on the floor staring up at the tree with a rapt expression. "I think she sees something that we aren't meant to, the wonder that is Christmas. Something we lose as we grow up.

Danny, watching their daughter, "I hope she never loses that."

Lindsay squeezes his hand as she cuddles closer to him on the couch. "Me, too."


Joy To the World

Watching the tired, sad faces around him smile with joy and laughter is enough. He thought things were lost last summer, but this new door has opened his eyes.

"Doctor Shelly!" squeals Jennifer as she runs over to him.

"What, Jenny?" Sheldon laughs.

"You forgot to have some cookies!" Jennifer eagerly hands Sheldon a misshapen star.

Yep, he wouldn't change where he was in life for anything in the world.


Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer

"No, the top Adam! Rudolph has to be on the very top of the house," Amy yells up to him.

Looking down at the old wizened woman who raised him, after he was taken out of his father's house, Adam sighed and gingerly stepped on the clay tiles that lined her Arizona rooftop to move Rudolph to the top part of the roof.

"Better! Now get down before you fall, dear boy. I have your favorites on a platter inside. Lemonade and ginger snaps coming up!" she eagerly tells him.

He watches her shuffle her way indoors in Bermuda shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, and a Santa hat. This may not be how everyone celebrates in New York…but these are cherished traditions to him.

"After the cookies, up next is to decorate the cactus! But be careful, you know what happened last time."


Angels Heard On High

The soft crunch of snow beneath his feet is barely heard with the heavy thoughts and feelings this walk brings him. He slowly bends down to place a red poinsettia reverently onto the snow covered ground before the grave.

Looking up into the sky, a sad smile lights up his face, "Merry Christmas, my angel."


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