Disclaimer: I don't own That 70's Show or any of its characters. All I own is the plot.

A/N: Hi there, lads! :D Hope you're all doing well and have gotten all your presents got for Christmas. I can't wait to be honest! I love the holidays. Nice way to unwind. Anyways, I have finally posted this story. And it's a perfect month to post a well. I've made it into a Christmas story and changed the name from Back to December to Back to Our Old Decembers because I had the cute idea of- you know what? I'll explain that at the end. Enjoy the first chapter!

Chapter 1: A Little Place Called Home

22nd of December, 1983

Snow crunched beneath Donna Pinciotti's feet as she trudged through the foot path of the town of Point Place, Wisconsin in the white, morning sun. Her numb hands had grip on her two suitcases packed with Christmas essentials including her presents for her family.

Donna had come home from Chicago for the holidays to spend it with her Dad, Bob and her Mom, Midge in the house she grew up in the little old down of Point Place. Her parents reunited for good in the spring of '80 and Donna couldn't be happier for them, even though there were those times where Donna just wanted to erase her memory or scratch out her eyes. But those times were less frequent since she moved to Chicago in the winter of '80.

Also her two sisters, Valerie and Tina were coming home for the holidays as well and they Pinciotti family were going to have Santa Claus this year as Valerie and her husband, James had a baby boy eight months ago. The baby, Robert or Robby for short, was named after Bob, was only eight months and had not a clue about his surroundings but they still wanted to do it. And Bob had insisted on it.

Christmas music began to fill Donna's ears when the shops began to open for another day of last minute Christmas shoppers. The blonde glanced at the festive windows that were decorated with tinsel, the type her neighbour, Mrs Forman would use to decorate the huge Christmas tree they had in their living room. It brought back a great load of memories and a nostalgia feeling in the pit of the former red head's stomach. Some of her best Christmases were at the Formans but ever since the December of 1980, she never set foot in that house for Christmas ever again and half of her always dreaded coming home for the holidays, or anytime for that matter.

A big sign being put up by a middle age woman on her shop window caught Donna's eye and she read it in the a second: 2 litres of premade punch only $3. This slowly brought her back to a funny Christmas Eve when Laurie Forman had spiked her mother's punch with rum.

24th of December, 1976

Donna was fixing up the little, silver, artificial Christmas that was in the shower in the Formans' basement, her blue eyes sparkling with delight as her heart was warm as it was the much anticipated night of the year, Christmas Eve. As the red haired girl fixed a branch, she felt a body come up behind her. She turned her head to see Eric Forman reaching over her to reach the shower railing.

"That should probably go here," he mumbled softly as he hung something on the railing as Donna turned around so that they were face to face.

Donna tilted her head upward to see a little shrub of the much loved or much hated mistletoe dangling above her head and she chuckled lightly, "Mistletoe?" she inquired with a perked eyebrow and an amused look with her blue eyes dazzling as they studied Eric's face.

Eric shrugged looking up at the dangling plant, a playful and pathetic look sweeping his face, "Yeah, well, it's really more for decoration," he explained, pulling a face as he continued to stare at the dangling plant.

A cheeky grin crossed Donna's lips as she nodded her head, "Is that a fact?" she asked brightly still nodding her head and something from yesterday popped into her head, "Neighbour," she added in reference to what Eric had said to describe his parents' Christmas party.

Eric, who now had his hands in his pockets, grinned coyly and chuckled softly at her reference, "Um, no." He came closer to her tilting his head towards the left as she automatically tilted her head the other way and with parted lips they shared a sweet kiss, making their hearts beat faster and in beat with one another as they explored the short lived ecstasy.

The memory was bittersweet.

Sweet because it had been one of the sweetest and funniest Christmas' ever despite the awkward moment when Steven Hyde's feelings for her where slightly confusing and that had to be one of her favourite moments of her and the boy who had always lived 20 steps away from her.

Bitter because her and Eric had broken up some time ago and she had never brought herself to try to make amends. Her pride had gotten the better of her and she had mostly ignored him ever since that one disastrous December three years ago that no one ever mentioned. It still burned in the back of Donna's mind every day that had passed her by, sometimes it would cause sleepless nights.

A yellow car passed her by just about catching her attention and snapping her out of her pain and regret. She picked up the pace of her walk and started waving her hand, chasing after the cab. It drove slower and slower until it came to a complete stop and pulled up on the footpath.

A breath of relief escaped Donna's lips as she raced carefully amongst the snow towards the taxi. She came to Point Place by train earlier this morning and no taxis or buses were running and she didn't want to bother anyone in the early hours so the blonde walked, which was a stupid idea because her feet were killing her. Her new boots were not comfortable for walking in making her miss her old sneakers and flats, they were comfortable.

"Where ya headin' to, miss?" the taxi man asked, his voice husky and a burning cigarette dangled from the corner of his mouth.

Donna gave him her address and he drove off. They didn't speak to each other much, mostly small talk was exchanged. He wasn't one of those annoying taxi drivers that stuck their nose into everybody's business, which Donna was thankful for. Anyways, her Christmas was going to be a quiet one, to say the least. All she wanted to do was catch up with her family and maybe a few old friends but not set foot outside the four walls of her house, just in case. Some may think she'd go made spending her vacation in one place 24/7 but Donna had her family and the TV to preoccupy her along with the novel she was writing.

The taxi pulled up outside her house within a couple of minutes. She paid him and wished him a 'Merry Christmas' before receiving the same in reply and took her luggage out of the car before stepping out onto the footpath at her house, closing the cab door behind her.

The car drove off leaving Donna alone to take in the presence of her house. Snow had blanketed the grass, which was most likely withered underneath the cold snowfall, and the tops of the trees and shrubs that were planted around the Pinciotti house. The sun shone down triggering a glitter on the white blanket.

The decorations this year were more subtle than usual, the memory of Christmas '78 coming to mind. There were a few robotic reindeers scattered in the garden made up from lights and wires and would occasional life their head up, and then back down again. White lights went around the perimeter of the house where the roof and wall met and a simple, elegant wreath was hung on the door.

For the first time in one and a half weeks, a genuine smile appeared on Donna's pink lips. She was home. The place where her first steps were taken. The place where her strive for equality began. The place where her heart learned the pain and passion of love. Home.

Her heart fluttered and swelled releasing happiness and warmth along with a hint of the good, old Christmas spirit inside the former red head's body. She walked up the path that led to her house with much caution in case she'd slip on what was predicted treacherous ice as the forecast for Wisconsin over the next week didn't look good. She had to contain her cheesy, uncharacteristic only when she wasn't in her giddy mood feelings of skipping up the path, flinging open the door to be welcomed by the smell of burning cookies and declaring she was home so she wouldn't put herself into a full body cast for Christmas.

Donna was full of joy and ecstasy conquered her mind, body and soul. But those hyperactive levels plunged rapidly when she really, really looked at the porch section of her house triggering the flashback that had kept her up most nights this last week and a half. A flashback no matter how hard she tried to forget continued to haunt. A flashback so heart wrenching, it was ruining her life.

23rd of December, 1980

Donna's whole face was a burning red when she stormed out of the Forman household and headed across to hers, her strides and clenched fists indicating she was fuming. The sliding door, which she had flung closed with anger, opened squeaked open and a lanky man with shaggy brown hair came out following her and pleading for her to wait.

"Donna! Donna. Donna?" Eric Forman called, his voice growing more and more pleading as he called the blonde's name. His hazel eyes were filled with remorse and his whole body langue held sincerity. "Donna, please, just listen to me and-"

Donna turned on her heel to face him and sharply interrupted him, "Oh and listen to you to say what? To say that you're 'sorry' and you won't let it happen again just to fix things between us and blow it the next day with the same damn thing? Or to tell me that about your 'plan' again that really thinks only about you?" she fired at him, rage laced throughout her voice and kept consistent as tears of frustration welled up in her eyes. "Well, what about me, Eric? I have and dreams and ambitions too, you know," her voice was now less angry and sadder as she looked at the one person she really and truly ever loved but constantly broke her heart in the palm of her hand over and over again while only thinking about himself and being someone else.

"I know, Donna and-"

"You always expect me to drop everything for you, your life and your plans, and I do. But when I ask for the same you don't even consider it. Our relationship seems to be always revolving around you and I feel like I need to achieve some of my dreams and ambitions but your 'plan' for us doesn't seem to include that," she explained, her blue eyes glossy with tears and her cheeks were turning read from the cold.

Eric looked at her as if she had just slapped and he seriously could not believe his ears. His temper was set ablaze and his syndrome of not thinking before speaking was in full gear, "Me? Our relationship revolves around me? I don't think so, lady. If anything it revolves around you and you and your job needs, constant teasing and you making up problems that don't even exist in your own head. Please, name one time our relationship ever revolved around me."

"You went to Africa so I wasn't able to go to college because of you and I wasted a lot of time waiting around on you, then you break up with me, then I found out your coming back to America while I've just been accepted into college and then you expect me to drop everything again."

"Yeah, well, that isn't exactly my fault," Eric said in a tone that wasn't entirely convincing and said to the blonde that he didn't even believe any of it.

Unshed tears began to trail Donna's cheeks and he heart plunged down to her feet, shattering on the way, "Eric, I've got to start looking out for me. I'm going to college in Madison in January, whether you're going or not. I can't wait around for you much longer," Donna replied, the rage picking up in her voice once again before she turned on her heel and continued to storm up to her house.

Eric followed her pleading her to listen to him and apologising for what he had said to her earlier. This couldn't be the end. He had only gotten back from Africa six months ago, finishing his year there, and things had been really, really good between them.

Tears were running down the blonde's cheeks as she made a beeline towards the unlocked kitchen door when it was in sight. She quickly fumbled it open with Eric just two steps behind her and snuck in, closing the door just as Eric was at the doorstep.

"Donna," Eric repeated over and over again as his clenched fists constantly hit her door but he received no response. He gave up after a while, his fists sore and he was exhausted, physically and mentally. "We'll talk tomorrow," he whispered before making his way back to his house dejectedly.

When Donna woke up the next day in her room, her pillow was tearstained and she didn't feel good at all. Her heart felt like someone had set it on fire and out it out with a pitch fork. It was in tiny little pieces that would take forever to piece back together.

She arose drowsily from her bed, her feet slipping into her fuzzy, lilac slippers before pulling on her blue night gone and walked out of her room in a ditzy. As she walked through the hallway the smell of bacon sizzling on a frying pan wafted up her nose, making her stomach growl. She didn't have much to eat yesterday.

The sound of the doorbell ringing irked Donna's lifting head but she stumbled to the door, passing her pharmacy bag that held the bottle of red hair dye she was going to use to dye her hair with but it looked like it would go unused. She opened the door and came face to face with nothing but her garden. A thousand snowflakes were whirling and twirling down gently making the place look beautiful and magical, almost like a fairyland or a romantic movie setting.

The scowl on Donna's face deepened, she really was in no mode more little kids causing chaos right now. As she was closing the door, she saw a beautiful bouquet of a bunch of red roses lying on her doormat that had the word welcome printed on it. She bent down, picked up the roses and sniffed their fresh scent. She loved red roses.

Donna's eyes scanned the flowers for a card, which she found within a few seconds. Her eyes skimmed over the writing reading:

Donna,

I'm truly sorry for what I said. I regret it and it didn't mean to come out the way it did. Please come over today and we'll talk.

Love, Eric

X

A million thoughts whirled around in Donna's mind bringing on a deadly headache. But it wasn't just her head that taking the hit, her already smashed up heart was in need of piecing itself together. Her eyes fluttered shut as she took a deep and calming breath, her decision being made.

The roses dropped out of her weak hand causing the petals to get ruffled. Tars threatened to fall, but she would not let them. She closed the door to her house, along with closing the door on her future with Eric Forman.

"Donna!" Two female voices that were filled with excite caught Donna of guard along with bringing her back to the present day. Slightly caught off-guard, Donna shot a look in the direction of the door to see a tall blonde and a short brunette standing at the door.

Just smile, Donna told herself as a forced beam crept onto her lips and she waved her right hand, her suitcase swaying in her grip, "Hi!" Donna called continuing her way along the path.

"Oh, Donna, I'm so glad you're home," the tall blonde, her mother, Midge exclaimed and gathered her middle child in a loving hug when she reached her. "Ooh I am so proud of my little girl in the big city of Chicago writing her column for a big shot magazine every week!"

"Thanks, mom," Donna replied, returning the embrace a real smile replaced her put on one. They parted from the hug within a few seconds. "So you like my column?"

"Yes, I have Kitty read it to me every time I get it. It's really good, you use big, fancy words that Kitty has to explain to me," Midge told her, a bright beam present on her lips as she nodded her head along.

Donna wasn't sure what to take from her mother's statement so she just continued to smile, "Missed you, Mom."

"Ahem."

The sound of someone clearing their throat made Donna look over her mom's shoulder to see no other than Jackie Burkhart standing in the doorway looking as fashionable as always with her new and complete winter outfit and excitement in her chocolate brown eyes reminding Donna of when they first started hanging out and she got excited about almost anything.

"I've missed you too, midget," Donna remarked with a roll of her eyes and walked over to Jackie with open arms.

"Donna, please," Jackie said, her tone serious and her perfectly plucked eyebrows were furrowed as she shot a grave look in the blonde's direction. "Tell me something I don't know," she added with a roll of her eyes in a sardonic matter. But she could not contain her excitement that was bubbling in her to pull off her act. "I guess I have missed you too, lumberjack," she admitted before accepting the older girls hug. "Donna, I have so much to catch you up on."

"I can always count on you for the gossip, Jackie," Donna chimed cheerfully.

The three made their way into the house, all smiling. But before they did, Donna couldn't help but notice a young man over at the Formans checking his Vista Cruiser.

Note to self, stay away from Eric.

A/N: Well that's out of the way. I hope you enjoyed it and I didn't make Donna a complete bad guy, same with Eric. Also I apologize for the lazy ending. The next 3 (more or less) chapters to come will be more exciting and eventful. Oh and my Midge is awful and OOC, don't lie to me. I'm trying to improve! Any advice would be good. The reason for the change of name is because there will probably be flashbacks of their old Christmases. I think the Donna and Eric moment in season one was just perfection! Also this fic was inspired by Taylor Swift's Back To December. You can thank my friend for constantly playing it in my ear.

I am open to suggestions/advice/criticism but be kind with your words. I really want to improve on my characterization and writing.

Random Fact: I accidently found my Christmas present from my Gran in her house yesterday. Ahh she got me The John Lennon Letters :D Thank you, Granny! Anyone else come across their presents?

Peace ✌~ Mystery Girl 911