I am walking down this hallway again, same old building for the last 2 years.

All alone.

I am happy though, at least a part of me is, that our company came at the top again this year.

"Mister. Brown, You can take the night ship off, your family might be missing you for supper tonight." I called to our guard. He was a married man, 2 beautiful little girls, and a charming wife, He's been working here as far as I arrived in this company.

"Merry Christmas, Sir Slater, Thank you. How about you? Will you be alright here?" He asked me.

"Yeah, I can manage. Oh, and don't worry about that. I'll just lock all the doors and here… It's for you, I know Mrs. Brown is going through sometime with the third one, Caesarian?" I handed an envelope which contained almost half of my earnings this year.

"yes, we are going through some trying times. Thank you very, very much mister Slater! Don't worry, My wife and everyone in the family will be praying for you and Congratulations on being the top CEO of the year." HE said as he walked outside.

It started to snow. The first drop landed just a few feet away from me, it landed on the handle of the big glass doors and saw it melting there, slowly… until it dropped as water on the frozen ground.

I feel so bad, I just fired 23 men tonight. I just demolished a block of houses. I destroyed families, cutting them short of their money and shelter, all because of my stupid project.

I just outwitted my rival company by using… unpleasantries. I feel so dirty.

I hate Christmas, bloody Christmas, Some kid was born in a horse's shit house and so what? All the people cuddling, exchanging gifts, apologizing and all that. I mean, what was that supposed to mean, I simply don't understand. Everyone says I need to get a life, I have one and I am happy. Period.

I locked the front door then strode towards the sidewalk. It was about 4 degrees below zero tonight and I blame, that freaking kid who was born by some virgin in a horse's shit house. I believe that it's cold because every body receives a chill because at the same date a "virgin" gave birth and that… was enough to freak everybody out, enough to make the weather drop below zero.

(There was a loud honk then a crash.)

I felt my bones crash to a car and then next crashing on the floor. That was the last of it and my last thought?

Shit. My company would forfeit to that stupid rival. Thanks a lot!

(After about a few hours… not that Paul knew how long.)

"Hun, rise and shine!" I felt hands from somewhere behind me rubbing my chest.

Then next, I felt lips come in contact with the skin just a few inches below my ear.

"Merry Christmas hun."

My eyes shot open.

What? Who… Where am I? When! How!

Huh!

I bolted up from the bed away from the hands that were embracing me.

I looked at the owner of those hands. She.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" I looked around… "Okay… What the fuck am I doing here!"

She sat up then looked at me like I was a mutant.

It was the first time I took her in, She was plain, plain as in no make up, no lipstick.. nada. But her hair was a very nice shade of brown like roasted chestnuts on an open flame… wait… isn't that a song! And her eyes were very very green like jades and even better than emeralds.. It was beautiful but none other than that, she was plain. She was wearing a night gown topped with a big t-shirt that says "save the Whales" and it was topped with a wooly jacket-ish thingy… Look I'm no girl okay? So how do you expect me to describe their clothing?

"Oh hahah, Paul, seriously, Merry Christmas." She stood infront of me and gave me a hug.

I immediately broke off. "Who the hell are you!" She looked at me again, blinking, not even moving a muscle.

"Paul… what's wrong? And keep it low will you? The kids will hear!" She said all lovingly.

"Kids, what Kids!" I practically yelled, okay, I did.

I looked at my clothing. What the fuck am I wearing! My face might have looked silly or something because…

"Paul, are you okay? You look sick." She rubbed my back.

"Okay, back off woman! What the heck are you? And what the hell am I wearing!"

"What do you mean Paul?"

"I was wearing my Goddamn Armani tux and the next thing I knew I was wearing this… Surplus junk. What the hell did you do to me? And oh, my God! My wallet? Where the heck is it?" I grabbed the collar of her wooly garment.

"Okay… Calm down Paul, calm down, deep breaths…" I reluctantly let go of her.

"I think we need a doctor, oh my gosh this has nothing to do with the accident last night, does it? Do you remember anything?" she asked all motherly.

"I freaking remember alright! I don't remember you or any of our one night stand, All I remember is that, I was crossing the street from my building and I got hit."

That's it 4 now, I know it's a little late for this but…… I hope u enjoyed it.

Happy holidays!