It's time for another Christmas story from me and my co-writer, Pikatwig. This is the actual first chapter in this anthology series, and it takes place before the series. It's loosely based on "Winter Wonderland", but it doesn't include any direct lyrical references. Indirect ones, maybe. I hope to have more stories posted this winter, but enjoy this for now.

But before you do, I must mention that my lawyers recommend that I put this in. We own this story. We own computers. We own books, DVDs, puzzles, and other stuff. We don't own any characters not marked as original. We don't own the cutest pairing on Disney Channel, nor do we own the producers' thoughts of the pairing. We do own our thoughts of that pairing, though, including their incredible cuteness. We disclaim any ownership of anything related to Phineas and Ferb not already mentioned as belonging to us.

Now, you may enjoy.

It was a cold day. The ground was white, covered in ten inches of snow, with more flakes continuing to fall from the gray, cloudy sky. The weather service in Danville, the capital of the Tri-State Area, predicted snow to continue falling for the rest of the day. "Get your shovels out!" said the meteorologist on the morning news. And in the suburbs, most people who didn't have to go anywhere just stayed off the roads, and in the comfort of their centrally heated homes. For Phineas Flynn, the red-headed boy known to everyone except his mother as the most famous inventor in the city, this meant boredom. There would be no supply purchases, no blueprints, no public to impress, and no friends to hang around with. Just sitting here in the ice crystals that people see as white powder. Until...

"Hey Phineas! Whatcha doin'?" Phineas' train of thought, with whatever was on board, was interrupted by the melodic voice of his sweet, adorable, across-the-street neighbor.

"Hey Isabella! Not much," Phineas told her, somewhat dejectedly. "The supply stores are closed so I can't build anything today. The streets are a mess, people are trapped in their homes. But hey, at least it'll be sunny tomorrow, hopefully. And soon enough, we'll have green grass and green trees and..."

"Speaking of green, where's Ferb?"

If only Ferb were here today. "He's at the antique store, with Mom and Dad. There's a huge auction this weekend, weather permitting. One of the items is a steam-powered snow compactor, made for building things out of snow!"

Isabella knew Phineas could use some cheering up, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. "You don't need one of those. You're Phineas Flynn, the greatest inventor I know! You don't need a snow compactor to make things out of snow. See, I don't even need one!" Isabella demonstrated her point as she picked up some snow, balled it up, and threw a snowball at Phineas.

"Hey what was that for?"

"To prove to you that you don't need a machine to have fun in the snow. If I can make a snowball, then you can make... well, you can make the Polar Express entirely out of snow!"

"Nah, we're doing that next week."

"But how are you going to know if it will snow next week?"

"We don't. But we don't need to! Remember how we made S'winter?"

"I suppose so. But back to the original question: what are you going to do today?"

Isabella could see the frown return to Phineas' face. "Well, without blueprints, I'm at a loss. I guess I'll just sit here, in the snow, by myself, doing nothing."

All she wanted to do was be there for him, to cheer him up, to make him smile. She knew what she had to do. She started walking towards him, and flirtatiously told him, "You know, you don't have to sit here alone, and you could be doing something."

"Like what?" As soon as Phineas said that, Isabella sat down next to him, underneath the leafless, snow-covered tree in the backyard.

"Hmm…," Isabella muttered in thought, as the black haired girl was trying to stay rooted in reality and not slip into her fantasy world, "Maybe… snowmen?"

"Snowmen that are actually alive?" Phineas asked.

"You guys did that back in kindergarten after we first heard 'Frosty the Snowman'," Isabella reminded Phineas, "Maybe… snow angels?"

"That really fly?" Phineas joked, earning a giggle out of Isabella.

"Perhaps we can go caroling?" Isabella suggested next.

"On a hoverboard that can cover all of Danville at once?"

"Help a store Santa?"

"Give him robotic helpers?"

Isabella let out an annoyed groan and proceeded to drop a snowball on Phineas' nose in response to his overthinking.

"For once in your life, Phineas, don't think so big!"

"We could shrink to the size of snowflakes and ride the snowflakes like snowboards!"

Isabella was growing seriously sick of Phineas' big ideas, given the infeasibility of them resulting from the lack of supply availability, and she was about ready to toss another snowball at his face. But as luck would have it she noticed a branch right above him with a lot of snow. So, once she knew he would be in the right position, she tossed the snowball at the branch, causing the snow to go tumbling off of the branch and right on top on the sitting Phineas.

"What was that for?" he demanded to know, trying his best to not sound angry at his longtime best friend and failing as miserably as the lack of invention made him feel.

Isabella took charge. "Today, I will make the calls! Today, you will not be Phineas, the inventor. Today, you will be Phineas, an average nine-year-old suburban boy on a snow day!"

"But it's Christmas vacation! Not technically a snow day."

"Normal boys do not disrespect their elders."

"Elder?"

"Yes, I am two months older than you. And since Ferb is not here, I am in charge. Now, I command that the snow continue falling, the roads remain closed, and your career as an inventor be indefinitely postponed. And until I or Mother Nature rule otherwise, you are the typical neighbor of a girl who wants nothing more than to spend this day of snow with the boy she wants to be with… on this snow day!" She almost blew it.

"That was definitely circular."

"Snowballs are similarly round. Now, I will pelt you with balled-up snow until you decide to defend yourself!"

And the first snowball came. Then the second. And the third. This went on for about five minutes.

"Come on Flynn, aren't you going to fight back?" Isabella said with a smug look on her face, while Phineas sat covered in a pile of snow, completely in disbelief.

"I… I will," he responded as he pulled back on a branch and let it go, which caused the snow to go flying forward. "Bullseye!" was the reaction by the shelved inventor when the flung snow plunked his playful tormentor.

Isabella couldn't help but giggle at this, tightening her hat's grip on her head as she looked over at Phineas with a smile. She didn't say a word as she looked up and noticed icicles above Phineas, hanging from the nearby shed. Isabella tossed her snowball at the shed, causing the icicles to rain down. But to her horror, one of them actually hit Phineas.

"You alright?" she screamed.

"As alright as I'm gonna be, little miss crazy," Phineas replied..

Isabella gave a worried look as she slowly walked over to Phineas, hoping to confirm his wellness, but he simply dodged her and reached for a large shovel. He quickly began to scoop up snow and form a rather large snowball that was almost half as high as the tree in the yard.

"Uh… wh-whatcha doin'?" Isabella inquired with a small stutter.

Phineas did not utter a single word as he got ready to do what he was about to do. He took a baseball stance and proceeded to smack the snowball right at Isabella, causing her to go tumbling back into the fence, the remaining snow cushioning the impact.

Phineas was now in Isabella's shoes, overwhelmed with concern for his friend. He rushed over to the fence and dug her out of the snow, only to find her apparently injured.

"Isabella?" Phineas frantically cried. No response.

"Isabella!? Oh, what have I done!?" Phineas began rushing her inside, and he was almost to the front step when something startled him.

"Truce!"

With that, Phineas dropped the perfectly fine Isabella and himself fell over into the snow. Phineas stumbled briefly, trying to find words to yell at her, but they both eventually burst into laughter.

Having had enough of the fighting, Phineas agreed to the truce offer and helped his neighbor up. But the victory was disputed.

"You do know that I won, right?" Phineas boasted.

"You do know that the fight stopped because of your concern, right?"

"So you're saying that you won?"

Isabella was also ready to move on. "Let's call it a draw, shall we?"

"I suppose," Phineas conceded as he shook her hand.

After about five or so minutes of sitting in silence, Isabella noticed the glowing lights of the Flynn-Fletcher house and found inspiration for her next plan.

"I have an idea," Isabella smiled as she walked back outside and took the shovel, slowly scooping it into a staircase like structure.

"I don't get it," Phineas responded, puzzled by her act.

"We're gonna see some of Danville from a large height."

"Why?" Phineas was still confused.

Isabella tried to find the words to explain why it was she wanted to do this, but she was at a loss for how to describe what she wanted to do. She kept thinking, but then she noticed the treehouse and gestured up to it, telling Phineas, "Just get us up there!"

"Yes ma'am!" Phineas jokingly obliged.

He walked over and then, after he had shaken the tree to get the ladder to fall down, the two started climbing up it. Upon arrival, they soon saw age had claimed the treehouse, as there were years worth of dust there and a few animals to boot.

"When was the last time we were in here?"

Phineas scratched the back of his head in thought. "Um… three years ago?"

Isabella looked around and saw an old telescope that seemed like it would still work, despite its age.

They took a moment to dust it off a little bit, and then they looked out. It was a sight to behold, with various colors of lights around the city of Danville: yellow, red, and purple, blue, pink, and green, those were among the ones that could be easily seen.

"Looks really beautiful," Phineas spoke.

Both stared into the telescope, seeing the beauty of the snow, the lights and all of the other decorations. Phineas noticed his family's antique store, and he waved in a vain attempt to see if any of his family members at the store would notice him.

"Phineas, we are several miles away from the store. I doubt any of them would be able to see you," Isabella pointed out.

The two went back to silence and continued to look at the scenery.

"Hey Isabella?"

"Yea?"

"This is a winter wonderland, and I'm very happy that you showed this to me. A sight as beautiful as you."

Phineas didn't notice the large blush that appeared on Isabella's face, and he was blissfully oblivious to the joy that he had given Isabella that Christmas break.

The story was one very long in the making that was an enjoyable run, despite the late nighter that had to be done in order to get it done. Hopefully the next one will be posted in less than 366 days. We have a dance-themed Phinbella oneshot that's almost done. Here's to hoping that my schedule and Pikatwig's other writing commitments will allow us to finish that story and more over the next year. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all of my readers, and I hope I get plenty of reviews this holiday. Cheers!