A/N: I felt like writing something Christmas-y and I had this song stuck in my head, so I thought I'd write something for it. The title is obviously from the song "Feliz Navidad" whilst the title for this chapter is from the Dean Martin song of the same name, it seemed appropriate. Hope you like!

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Christmas Blues

…
Oh, it won't seem like Christmas, oh, without you
Far too many miles are between
But if I get the one thing I'm waiting for
Well then I'll see you tonight in my dreams

Seems a long time since we've been together
It was just about to this time of the year
Looks like it's gonna be snowy weather
How I wish that you could be here

But it won't seem like Christmas, oh, without you
Far too many miles are between
But if I get the one thing that I'm wishing for
Then I'll see you tonight in my dreams

In the distance I hear sleigh bells ringing
The holly is so pretty this year
And the carol that somebody's singing
Reminds me of our Christmas last year
-'It Won't Seem Like Christmas Without You,' Elvis Presley
…

Jackie sat on the couch in her lounge room, wearing a Christmas hat and nursing a glass of red wine as she looked absently around the room.

All of her decorations were up, her Christmas cards sat on the mantle and the tree was glittering in the corner. Everything was as it should be.

But Jackie wasn't in the mood for celebrating.

She had dutifully gone through the motions at the office Christmas party: she'd danced with Robbie and shared some jokes with Stuart. She had even managed to stay until the wee hours of the morning before calling it a night.

Now, though, she could sit in the silence of her home and remember the one face she hadn't seen at the party.

The face she would never see again.

Today was the first Christmas since Michael's death and for the first time since she had met him, she was spending Christmas Eve alone.

She'd thought she was doing much better, that she was finally starting to put the pieces of her life back together now that she could no longer share it with her best friend. But that had been before she'd started to put up her Christmas decorations.

At first it had merely brought a twinge of sadness as she remembered other Christmases: like the year she'd dragged him out to go ice skating or when they had made snowmen before pelting each other with snowballs.

Then she had found the angel.

She remembered telling him once about the beautiful angel that her grandmother used to put on the top of the tree; how she'd been looking for one that was similar but had never found one that seemed right.

It had been a brief conversation and one that she had forgotten until the following Christmas when he had presented her with an angel for her tree.

He later confessed that it had taken him the better part of a year to find, but he had eventually found one and she was perfect.

Jackie still marvelled at how well she matched the description she'd given Michael.

But the worst had been when she found the sprig of mistletoe from last year's Christmas party; the one he'd kissed her under.

Oh, it hadn't been anything spectacular: just a peck on the cheek, but the look in his eyes had left her breathless.

She'd kept it as a reminder of that moment, never realising that it would prove to be their last Christmas.

She started a little as her phone rang: Robbie.

She knew that he and Stuart were going out for Christmas Eve drinks that night, but she couldn't face them. She bit her lip and pressed the reject button.

Tomorrow she would smile and enjoy the Christmas season, but tonight she would spend in solitude with her memories.

Tonight belonged to Michael.