Summery: Christmas time comes around again and Charlie wants to get Willy a present he'd never forget. But has trouble on his search for 'the perfect gift'.

Note: Please ignore any possible spelling mistakes or errors.

Chapter 1

"We'd like to thank everyone who stayed tuned, we'll be back early February and we hope you have a safe and merry Christmas and New Year-"

Charlie switched the channel.

"Have a splendid and wicked Xmas! We'll be back next January for more fu-, "

Charlie bent over and switched the television off; it made a small zap and buzzing noise as it did so. He glanced over at his mother who was cooking over a hot stove, she was getting everything set for tonight, she looked over and gave her son a loving warm smile. Charlie returned with a toothless grin, presenting the small dimples on his chin and Mrs. Bucket returned to her work.

Charlie leaned over the table and grabbed his book bag, pulling it over and folding the tattered thing over his lap, opening one side of it and taking out a blue and white notebook and his blue pencil case. Charlie always loved writing stories, besides all the hustle and bustle of learning how to be a chocolatier and school, it was his hobby; his passion. It was most likely that he had gotten this little habit from his father, who was sitting opposite him reading another one of his red hard-cover books, it was either the original book he was reading last night or a new one that he had started while Charlie was out or asleep.

Charlie placed his book bag on the floor and began to work, opening the book to a new page in his book and placed the tip of his pen on the first line of the page, but nothing came and he pulled it away.

"Having some trouble, Charlie?" His father asked after he sighed and almost gave up, closing the notebook quickly.

Charlie placed his elbows on the table and rested his hands on his cheeks, trying his best to nod. "I just can't think of anything, if anything does, I don't know how to start it."

"Well." Mr. Bucket advised. "Write down your ideas and choose the best one, maybe join some of them together; you'll eventually get somewhere."

Charlie took in his father's idea, staring up at the walls before opening his notebook up again and writing down the ideas for stories, he wrote a few, joined some of them up together and somehow his creative juices started to run again and he tore the page out and placed it next to him; beginning his story and finishing the first page quicker than he thought. Once Charlie had finished the page, he stopped writing and looked back up at his father.

"Dad?" He asked generally.

Mr. Bucket looked up from his book. "Yes?"

Charlie smiled at him thankfully. "Thank you."

Charlie packed everything back in his book bag and placed it back on the hook where Willy usually placed his hat when he came to dinner, once he did that, he gave a sigh his success.

"What's it about, Charlie?" Came the raspy voice of Grandpa Joe.

"It's a surprise; I want Mr. Wonka to hear too." It had almost been a year since they moved in to the large chocolate factory and the whole Bucket family had pulled Willy in as another member of the family, an uncle or a now very close relative. There was a glimmer of hope in the way Charlie answered his Grandfather's question, and it was very easy to tell for Charlie was not a child who lied all the time to his parents and family.

"Oh, a surprise, I can't wait." He answered in the most meaningful tone possible, the propped himself further up the bed so he could get ready for dinner; Mrs. Bucket had already placed the plates out on the small bench beside the stove.

"Charlie, would you mind helping your father set the table?"

Charlie stepped around and opened the cupboard to his left, which contained bowls, plates and other kitchen utensils; he took down eight plates and placed them in the middle of the table. Mr. Bucket reached out and took the peas and placed them on the left side of the table and then the baby carrots on the right, the last was the roast that Mrs. Bucket placed between the peas and baby carrots.

Grandpa Joe helped his wife to the usual seat she sat opposite Charlie while Grandpa George and Grandma Georgina got help from Mr. Bucket. Once they were set on the table, Charlie ran over and grabbed eight glasses, pouring apple juice into each one then placing them on the table before sitting down. Once everyone was sitting down, everyone waited patiently for Willy to arrive.

They sat for a few minutes in silence, listening to the Oompa Loompas finish up work for the day and the noise of the oven which was still baking something inside it. Grandpa George opened his mouth to say something but was quickly cut off when his son glared at him.

Minutes passed and they finally gave into their stomachs, Mr. Bucket started to serve the roast and Mrs. Bucket served what was closer to her, everyone's plates were filled and they started to eat, though Charlie took slow and concerned bites as he glanced at the empty space between Grandma Josephine and Grandma Georgina; but the empty space was filled when Mrs. Bucket picked up Willy's plate and put it in the oven to let it keep warm if he just so happened to jump in late.

"I'll keep this in here if he comes." She informed as she took her seat again, she seemed to emphasize the words 'if he', which didn't help with Charlie's concern at all.

He was never late to dinner with the Buckets.

How could he of missed it?

How could he of missed his own Birthday dinner?

A/N: Sorry for such a short first chapter, I promise that the others will be longer. If you like, please review, you'll be forever grateful.