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This is technically a O/S but will be posted in parts from now until Christmas as a small Christmas present to everyone who has supported me this year : thanks guys:

Nollag Shona dhaoibh. Merry Christmas everyone.

A special thanks to Mist for the Banner

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When I was eight I realised that Christmas was not always magical.

I woke up slowly with my eyes stuck together and my head resting on a damp pillow again. I cried myself to sleep every night since Mommy was taken away. I didn't know what time it was but I knew I had to get up and try and find some clean clothes. I didn't want Daddy in trouble with Mrs Clearwater again for not making sure my clothes were clean. It had made him so sad. I wondered if I would be going to school today. Chief Bells got mad when he realised I didn't always make it to school but I was too scared to go on my own and Daddy sometimes forgot to bring me. Lately Chief Bells came over after finishing his work and gave me a lift in his cruiser. That was pretty cool. He wasn't able to bring me every day though as he had to sometimes work mornings. I wondered if there was any breakfast. Sometimes there was no cereal and other times there was no milk. I really hope Daddy remembers to go shopping soon. He was just so sad and lonely without Mommy it was hard for him to do anything but look at her picture. I don't think he even knew I was here most of the time. I rub my eyes, I miss my Mommy so much but it must be even harder for Daddy, he had given Mommy his heart and she took it with her all the way to the spirit land which I think is very far away, so he is missing his heart as well as Mommy.

I sat up in bed and as I pulled my superman comforter off my legs I suddenly realised it was Christmas morning and maybe just maybe Santa got my letter and has given me my Mommy back. I was extra good and was not naughty at all, so Santa would have to give me my Christmas wish wouldn't he?

I rolled out of bed and shivered when my bare feet hit the cold floor, but I had no time to find socks. I didn't think I owned any that fitted my feet anyway. I ran out of my room straight into the kitchen, that's where my Mommy always was on Christmas morning; in fact that's where she always was every morning when I got up. But to my surprise she wasn't there. I stopped and looked around. Where could she be? She might still be asleep so I ran to my parent's room. I didn't knock just toppled straight in. I planned on crawling up the bed and cuddling between mom and dad. I loved having a cuddle with them like that because it always ended with them tickling me and then when it was time to get up mommy would make pancakes. However only Dad was there sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. Where was she? I ran out of the room and down the short corrider towards the twins room, I rushed in without knocking in my excitement to be greeted by yells of -GET OUT!- from my sisters. I didn't care all I wanted was My Mommy but she wasn't there either. I ran back into the living room and looked around. The little tree that Charlie put up and decorated sat tilting against the wall by the window. There were no presents under it. I was really confused. I'd been good, where was Mom? Where was Santa's presents? I stood looking at the sickly tree wondering what was happening. I couldn't believe Santa would forget me like that. My eyes started to sting as those stupid tears started to form making everything go blurry.

"Are you okay Jacob?" Bekka asked as she walked into the room with Rachel and her sour face trailing behind her.

I shook my head sniffing. "Nooooo…..What happened to Santa? Why did he forget about us?"

Rachel stepped forward with a sneer on her face. "Oh for crying out loud Jacob, grow up! Santa is not real, he is a myth, a fairy tale."

I couldn't believe her, it wasn't true, and everyone knew there was such a thing as Santa Claus. "Yes there is." I squealed.

"No Jacob there really isn't! He doesn't exist." She shouted at me. I could see Bekka trying to pull her out of the room.

"But I was good, Santa always gets you what you wish for if you've been good. I wished for Mom, where's Mommy? I want my Mommy." By this time I was screaming I'm sure the whole of La Push could hear me. I turn quickly and ran into my room and throw myself on the ground blocking the door so no one could get in. I didn't have a lock so this is the only way I could be alone. I sat leaning against the door for hours, I couldn't stop crying and the sobs were so loud I could hardly make out the noises from the rest of the house. I faintly heard Bekka tell Rachel how mean she was and then I could hear my Dad's weak voice but couldn't make out what he said. I refused to move. I rocked to and fro with my arms wrapped around my knees crying into my faded too short for me PJ's.

I think I must have passed out with exhaustion because the next time I opened my eyes the light coming through my window was much brighter.

I pulled myself up and went to climb back into bed, I was so cold. This house was so much colder without Mommy, her smile kept us all warm. I didn't want to be here, knowing I would never see that smile again. The sooner this day was over the better, I just wanted to sleep and not remember anything. Before I could fall into sleeps welcome abyss, there was a timid knock on the door which I just ignored. A couple of minutes later there was another knock. When I didn't respond I could hear the door opening softly.

"Jakey?" I heard a familiar soft voice whisper.

"Bells?" I shot out of bed and ran over to my best friend hugging her to me. I never wanted to let her go. I couldn't believe she was here, next to Mommy she was my favourite person in the whole world. "How come you're here?" I smile up at her. It's probably my first real smile since my Mom died.

"Well Jakey, I got a phone call from a very special person with a very special request. Santa wasn't able to bring your Mom back, that just something he's not able to do, but he knew your second choice would be me. So he called and asked if I could come visit you, he even talked my Mom into letting me stay the whole Christmas holidays." She smiled her beautiful smile at me.

"S'okay Bells I know Santa's not real, Rachel already told me." I sniffed.

"Don't mind her." Bells hissed. "Rachel is only annoyed because she was naughty so Santa didn't get her a big present. I would've been here earlier but the snow delayed me, so I'm sorry I wasn't here when you woke up."

It was only then that I realised that outside was snowing and was a white as the eye could see.

"Let's get some lunch and then we can go out and have a snowball fight, only if you want to of course Jakey." Bella gave me her puppy dog look.

I wasn't sure what to believe but I know I really wanted to believe Santa still existed, it was hard enough without Mom, but to lose him too would be horrible. Thank the Spirits I had Bells.

I got dressed quickly and joined Bells in the living room with everyone else. I was surprised to see that there were loads of pretty wrapped presents. It looks like Santa left our presents with Bella. I didn't understand why he didn't come here direct but it's one thing my Mom taught me was that you never question Santa's Magic.

After we all unwrapped our presents and tried to look happy Charlie stood up and said he'd make lunch. Bella put her hand on his arm telling him she'd help. As Sue had made food for us yesterday and put it in the fridge all that Charlie and Bella needed to do was reheat. Unfortunately even reheating was beyond the abilities of us Blacks, so we sat watching television until Bells called us into the kitchen.

The meal was nice but Mrs Clearwater made everything different to the way my Mom made it. Her roast potatoes weren't as crispy as Moms and there was no onion in our mash. The carrots were boiled but Mom always roasted the carrots. It was the first hot meal I had eaten since Charlie brought me to the diner last week for breakfast, so I ate every single piece. Friends kept bringing food over but I had no idea how to heat it, so I just ate it cold. I tried to get Dad to show me how to use the oven but he kept telling me I was too young. I agreed, but it's not like he or the twins remembered to feed me. Once we were finished eating Bells and I washed the dishes and tidied the kitchen while our Dads watched some game on the TV and the twins disappeared into their room.

When we were finished Bells and I put on our coats and shoes and ran out into the snow. We built a huge snowman and then had some fun making snow angels. I really missed having Bells around. She always made everything better. Embry and Quil were fun friends to have but they just tried to ignore the whole situation and I really had enough of that at home. Bells and I lay in the snow laughing after having a really bad snowball fight. The expression "throw like a girl" was invented for Bella. I think she managed to hit herself with a snowball she had thrown at me.

When we stopped laughing she reached over and held my hand. "How are you doing?"

I shrugged. "I'm okay."

"Is there anything you need?" The concern in her big brown eyes made me turn into a motor mouth. I told her about not being able to use the cooker. I told her about trying to keep clean but not knowing how to use the washing machine. I told her about only getting to school when Charlie brought me but how I then had no way to get home. Some days I was able to get a lift with Quil or Embry but other days I had to walk. Bella was livid, her eyes looked fierce but she didn't say a word. I even told her how much I missed her and how much I missed my Mom and how Christmas dinner now tasted different to my Moms dinner and how I hated that. Bella promised me that she would move home to Forks as soon as her Mommy would allow it. But in the meantime, she would come home as often as she could. She also promised that she would make me a proper Christmas dinner just like my Mom made the next time she spent Christmas here.

Bella also made me realise something. When I told her I felt cold because I missed my Moms smile and I didn't want to be here without it. Bella took my hand and walked me into the house. She dragged me into the living room and pointed at the picture of Mom and me smiling together like goons from last Christmas. She held my hand and told me that my Moms smile was still here. I didn't understand and she explained that I also had Aunt Sarah's million dollar smile and while I continued to smile there would always be a piece of Aunt Sarah here. She hugged me tight when the silent tears started to roll down my cheeks.

Before Bella went back to her Mom's she arrived with what she called a microwave cooker and she taught me how to use it. Apparently it was safer for a kid to use. I now knew how to reheat food and even cook ready meals so I wouldn't go without a hot meal again. I was warned never to put any metal near it though as it would make it explode just like her Daddy's did. I could hear her Dad muttering that it was an accident and it only happened the once. She also showed me how to use the washing machine and how to hang clothes up to dry. When I asked how she knew how to cook and wash so well, she explained that her Mom never remembered to do chores and was a terrible cook so Bella taught herself. I thought that was crazy, I thought all Mommies were good cooks just like mine.

I think Bells spoke to my family about how they minded me, because after she left Rachel offered to Iron my clothes for me because the Iron would be too dangerous for me to use. Even my Dad became more helpful bringing me and collecting me from school when Charlie couldn't.

All in all my Bells gave me back my smile that Christmas but I think she took a piece of my heart home with her.