Whoa, I know this is a lot coming from me in such a short time but things have been hectic around here with keeping up my promises of sharing Christmas with each of these characters. I hope that you enjoy them, they are my favorite songs. I don't own anything other than my Christmas spirit.

Carol Of The Bells

"Hark, Merry Christmas! Thank you, sir," Sheldon rings the bells and smiles at the man for his donation watching as the snow falls faster but not for one moment is he feeling it.

The way life changed for him a few years ago made him see how much he had been missing. He knew the value of the real things now. Not the big condo he used to own, or the stuff that cluttered up the space. He knew that the most important things were his family and friends.

His sister was given back to him; he learned how his friends love and cared enough about him to stand by his side when he had no place to live. And how much he was missing out on life, learning, and most especially love. He looked to his right, at the woman who has made it worth living again.

The clear sounds of the bells ringing in his ears push his heart to the point of exploding, which only makes him shake the bells harder so that everyone can take part in the cheer of it.

On without end
Their joyful tone
To ev'ry home
Ding, dong, ding, dong

The Christmas Shoes

"Come on," Adam impatiently waits for the line to get shorter, wanting to get to the party and then go home to play his new Xbox game, Reindeer Games: Rudolph's Revenge.

"They won't laugh at him anymore," he laughs underneath his breath at the picture on the game's cover of the reindeers' heads mounted on Rudolph's wall.

"Finally," he muttered as the people in front of him picked up their items at Shecktel and Sage and leave. As he started to lay out the gifts to his friends and family, a little boy tries to cut in line. Gently pushing him back, he asks. "Hey there buddy, what are you doing?"

"Please sir, I only have this…it's for my mother," he solemnly at Adam clutching the box of shoes in his hands. The tin can in the kid's pocket rattles as he nervously shifts from foot to foot.

"Sure kid, go ahead." It was the same boy; he passed looking at the women's shoes when he went in. Something about the boy made Adam wonder what he was doing there at such a late hour when he overhears the conversation with the casher. "I'm sorry kid, but you don't have enough money for the shoes."

"But its for my Mom," he gulps back tears. "She's dying, and I want her to look good when she meets Jesus tonight!" The kid silently cries, making everyone around him take stock. With a lump in his throat, Adam realizes who the boy is. It was little Jeremy Stone whose mother had been battling cancer for the last year; he'd seen the pleas for help in finding a bone marrow donor on TV. It was the reason the whole lab had volunteered to go down and get tested.

Adam looked at his game and without regret he gave it back to the cashier. About to pull out his wallet to buy the shoes for Jeremy, other people step up next to him and each one of them hand over what they can give for the shoes.

Smiling through his tears, Jeremy looks at the cashier and the others who helped him and takes a shuddering breath. "Thank you! Mama will love these, I just know she will."

He then darts out of the store to a battered truck that has seen too many days, waiting for him and hopped in. Adam looks on as the truck roars away in the snowy street, "Merry Christmas Jeremy."

As he thanked me and ran out
I knew that God had sent that little boy
To remind me just what Christmas is all about.

Baby It's Cold Outside

"I simply must go." Jess puts on her leather coat and wraps up in her scarf and jams her green hat on.

Don boxes Jess in with his arms, shutting the door she was trying to open in the process of leaving. "Come on Jess! It's snowing outside! You can call your parents and tell them to let themselves into your apartment while we wait out the near blizzard conditions here."

"What about the neighbors? Your landlord must think that I've moved in since I'm hardly at my apartment anymore," she protests. Jess turns in his arms and raises her head to look at him the fuzzy green knit hat, her niece made her, tickling his nose

"You have to stay, what if you caught pneumonia? I'd be strung up and thrown in jail if you caught a cold because you had to head home." Don widens his eyes ignoring her snort of disbelief, placing her hands on his aran merino wool sweater that she bought for him this year. "You're father would agree with me on this!"

"Don, I really ought to say no…," Jess complains her eyes darting to the snow coming down outside, he smiles knowing that she is one step away from giving in. He takes her leather jacket off and unwraps the scarf from around her neck. Yanking them back on, she vehemently states, "No, I'm going!"

"Did I mention that I have some hot chocolate on the stove? And you know how I add a dash of peppermint, just the way you like it."

She looks out the window, the snowing falling faster. "Well, it is cold outside. Maybe one drink, but then I'm going."

Ahh, but it's cold outside
Baby it's cold outside
Brr its cold…

Jingle Bells

"Are you ready, Stella?" Mac stand frozen rubbing his hands together using his breath to warm them even though they are encased in gloves that she knitted for him.

"Yeah, I can't wait for this! After being a native New Yorker for years, I can't believe that we've never done this before." She excitedly paces up and down the sidewalk waiting for the sleigh to arrive, her hair springing out from underneath her red hat.

"Well he's here now, and we are about to experience a real sleigh ride." He held out his hand and smiled as she grasped it. They carefully walked up to the carriage and Mac helped her climb in. Settling back among the cushions, Stella gave out a sigh as he climbs in and sits beside her, pulling up the lap rug to keep them both warm.

"Away Dasher, Donner! Ho!" The driver yells snapping the reins lightly against the horses backs throwing Mac and Stella against the sleigh as it takes off through Central Park. They were lucky to have reserved one online, it has been fulfilling a dream that both of them had had as children.

"Stella," Mac raises his voice a little to be heard over the clip-clop of the horse hooves. He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a small blue draw string bag. "Here's an early present from me. Open it."

She takes the bag from him and smiles inwardly knowing what he was up to when he called his mother last week. Pulling on the strings to open it, Stella lets out a loving gasp when she spots the silver rattle that he grew up with. Engraved on the side, it says Baby Taylor.

"I wasn't raised with a silver spoon but when Mom found this in a used store, she thought it might bring her what she wanted most…a baby." Stella mused at how much love and hope that Mrs. Tay-Mom had. "But now I'm thinking that this is her not so subtle hint that she wants to be a grandmother."

Laughing loudly at the jingle of the bells on the sleigh ring, Stella only kisses Mac and places his hand on the baby that rests inside of her. "It's about time! We're safely into the three months now. I'm pretty sure that the entire team knows anyway, Don's cologne was what pushed me over the edge at our last crime scene."

They both laughed at the memory; when Mac put his arm around her as they snuggled down and watched the scenery fly by.

Jingle all the way!
What fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.

Let it Be Christmas

As he was skating backwards holding Lucy's tiny hands teaching her how to find her balance, Danny happens to glance over at his wife who was lingering at putting on her skates. It was only the three of them at Rockefeller center, and was a tradition they both started to see the tree at some point during the Christmas season. He grew concerned when Lindsay ducked her head and wiped at her eyes.

"Hey, Montana! Are you alright?" He lets go of Lucy's hands, hearing her squeal of delight at doing this on her own. Keeping a close eye on their daughter, he swooshes confidently over to where Lindsay was stepping onto the ice. He notices the silver tracks on her cheeks that she couldn't hide. Danny raises his hand and yanks off the leather gloves she bought him last year, and delicately wipes away a silver track with his thumb. "What's wrong? What's the matter?"

Lindsay only looks at him silently and grabs his face with both of her mittens, noting the glow of his blue eyes in the lights. The easy smile that had taken a long time to return to his face, the flush of happiness at teaching their daughter how to skate, and the sheer joy at being with them. She chokes back another sob.

"Hey, what's wrong Montana," he murmurs closing his arms around her small form feeling her shake. Only to tighten his arms, holding her close to his heart.

"Nothing, nothing's wrong," she pulls back with a big smile startling Danny. "My heart is so full of happiness that it's spilling over. This year I didn't know where we'd be, but we're alive and so lucky to have each other; I just needed you to know that I love you."

"I love you too, Lindsay," Danny says confused until she laughs at him wiping once more at the falling tears. "Are you sure that you're okay?"

"I'm sure," she leans up on her toes to give him a lingering kiss making the world disappear for a moment before pulling back and tugging on his hand. "Let's go, Lucy needs us."

Still confused but not wanting it question the smile on her face or the radiance in her chocolate eyes, Danny allows her to tug him toward Lucy. Watching as the snow falls on his wife's gleaming hair and how it makes his daughter laugh, his life is perfect. And he's happy.

Let there be love that lasts through the year
And let it be Christmas
Christmas everywhere

The last song...this year was the first time I'd ever heard it and now I don't want to let it out of my head. Merry Christmas and thank you for reading! I hope that everything made sense and it brought a little good cheer like it did for me to share it with you. Have fun and stay safe, if I don't see you until after the New Year!