Disclaimer: I dont own Charmed...but Christmas is coming...!!!

…"She's definitely up to something NOT good, bro!" Wyatt commented while shoving a pile of clothes from Chris' desk chair to find a place to sit in his brothers chaos called "room". In the teenagers own way his mess of clothes, papers and other things made sense. Chris never had to search anything. The piles around his room must have some kind of hidden system, none of the Halliwells was ever able to fathom.

Said teenager by the way was at the moment anyways too busy with lying sulking on his bed to think about the conception his mother had of a "tidy room for Christmas". He was simply fed up with all that "deck-the-halls-jingle-bells-peace-on-earth-crap". The worst things in his life ALWAYS seemed to happen on Christmas.

Even at times he only remembered through narrations of his family, like the one Christmas they all spend in the ER, because little Chris had swallowed one of Wyatt's marbles.

Demons seemed to love Christmas too, because every time they got together to celebrate, the traditional demon attack HAD to happen.

"Great!" The boy thought sarcastically "Silent night…some demons get fried…holy night…the evil to fight…all is calm…when the beasts are dead…all is bright…while you wait for dad…

…dad…

That was the most painful memory - his dad had left them on Christmas. And NO he DID NOT miss him. And telling himself that long enough might even have worked if there would not be the constant nagging questions of his little sister about Leo.

For her, their father was just a faint memory. It didn't even hurt her to speak about him, because there was almost non emotional relation to him.

But her brothers…

"..hey someone at home in there…!" Wyatt asked, meanwhile somewhat used to the spaced out look of his brother.

"…Wy, can you at least for one Christmas spare me with your happy shiny Christmas spirits?"

"Oh I would little brother, trust me – I would! But you know our sister dearest…she's like a pit-bull. If she ever sets her mind on something she keeps at it. And her newest object of interest is her big brother Christopher and his strange Christmas-phobia. Why don't you tell her for the sake of peace?!"

"Don't you dare, Wyatt! You keep KDB out of this. It's hard enough for us to cope with dad leaving to become mister super-dooper-elder. Not necessary to warm up everything only to make her feel bad to. Leave her her picture of our heroic perfect dad that visits once or twice a year for any family birthday celebration."

"You're still angry for dad leaving us?"

"More for both of them not telling us about the old timeline! I'd rather heard everything from our parents then stupid Barbas. "

"Hey this was not moms or dads fault. They still don't know where he had his knowledge from…"

"Yeah and kidnapping us on Christmas to scare the hell out of us wasn't their fault too! Sure leaving two kids with their helpless Grandpa on Christmas eve to help god—knows-whom – who could have guessed that any demon would take advantage of this situation…DREAM ON WYATT!"

"…I'm sorry for that…" Wyatt whispered avoiding his brothers' stare.

"ITS NOT YOUR FAULT; WYATT!" Chris answered now even more agitated. "You were a kid too!"

"But I'm the twice blessed, I should have protected us!"

"BULLSHIT!"

"Hey what's up with you two in there?" Katie's voice came through the locked door.

"Oh KDB beat it!" both brothers yelled in unison.

"But moms send me to get you! The aunts are here to have tea with her favourite nephews. I don't know why they still think of you in this context. At least since we have Henry jr. – He's sooo cute!"

Rolling their eyes the two brothers didn't even tried to argue with their sister. They didn't want to inflame their mothers righteous anger.

But the two couldn't hold back from having their own little revenge on Katie by orbing directly in front of the living room, leaving their sister waiting clueless.

"Ha, ha…very funny!" She yelled while she run down the stairs where she met with her brothers. They pictured the perfect couple of cute innocent kids as they entered the living room.

"Hey! There you are!" Phoebe squeaked happily while cuddling her niece who made funny faces towards her brothers who stud there grinning about their sisters obviously discomfort.

"We left the rest of the gang at home…it's nice to breath once in a while, you know…" Paige stated dryly. "But don't celebrate too early…we'll bring the mini monsters tomorrow for the family celebration!"

They all remembered chuckling the chaos of last years feast, where the riot of the Mini-Halliwells, who were starting to develop their own powers, was only topped by some snaky demon attack…same procedure as every year.

At this moment Piper entered with tea, cookies and her famous home made eggnog.

As always there was a flush of joy between the sisters like they had not met for at least years.

"So what about having tea and cookies now?" Piper grinned

"Oh skip the tea…where is the eggnog?!" Paige said exited.

"Since when do you like eggnog Paige? You always HATED it?" Piper asked confused.

"Maybe since she's pregnant again, she…oops!" Phoebe clasped both of her hands over her mouth.

"You are what…congratulations!" Piper took her youngest sister into her arms.

"Sorry Chris you will have to share your alcohol-free-eggnog this year!" she joked, which earned her a panicked glance of little Melinda Halliwell.

"Aunt Paige are you sure about that I…I mean isn't tea better for you now or maybe milk…or I could get you a glass of water?" Melinda tried but had no success.

"Awww that's sweet of you, Mel! But thank you I'll go with the eggnog. I'm really craving for this stuff right now. I know none of the kids except Chris here likes it. So I think it will be enough for both of us! Care to share my dearest nephew?"

"Sure Aunt Paige, everything for you!" Chris replied generously "But right now I think I drink some tea. I feel still stuffed from lunch…and there are hard times ahead!" Everyone laughed knowing that eating all of the delicious food Piper prepared for Christmas dinner was sometimes really hard work…but you simply could not stop!

"Cheers everyone!" The sisters called after every cup was filled. The tiny "…Aunt Paige…don't" was lost in the common festivity, as everyone drunk and chattered.

"Oh, oh there is trouble ahead…!" Mel mumbled awaiting the now inevitable.

TBC…