A/N: So I am again with more of this Christmas story of mine. I hope you like this chapter, and the fluff within. I'm having a wet Christmas, since in my home town, we have only rain and no snow (I've never seen snow!!!) , so I'm currently barricaded inside my own warm home, and I have only you lovely people to keep me company!!!

As always a huge thanks to bertie456 for being the most effective beta in the word!!! Don't know what I would do with this fic without you!!!

Disclaimer: Don't own Bones.


Sixteen days to Christmas
"Do we really have to go in there?" Brennan asked as she gazed wide eyed at the crowd inside the very busy mall. Spending an entire afternoon searching for presents while enduring the ear-splitting cries of spoiled children who weren't given what they wanted was not her idea of Christmas fun.

"What do you suggest, Bones? Online shopping? Because otherwise, we have to go in there," Booth said as he pushed her through the automatic doors. The sound of crying mixed with the loud mumble of many different voices immediately assaulted her ears as they entered.

"Is this the only idea you've got to convince me of the magic of Christmas?" she asked with a teasing smile as they passed a mother rocking her young baby while trying to calm the other sobbing child at her feet.

"No, it's not. But shopping is a part of the Christmas season. I have to buy some gifts, and you have to buy some too, so we can just do it together while I talk you into finally seeing that I'm always right," he said, the full-wattage smile on his lips preventing any hostile reaction from her as she couldn't help but smile back.

"You know that charm smile doesn't work on me," she stated. What a lie, she thought as she felt the little familiar warmth spreading through her insides.

"You're a difficult woman, you know that?"

"Thank you," she replied, knowing it wasn't a compliment. "So where do we start?"

"Did you make the list like I told you?" he asked, and she removed a small crumpled piece of paper and handed it to him. "Wow, Bones, I think this is the first time you ever did something I told you to do."

That earned him a slap on the arm. "Shut up and read it," she said, glaring playfully at him. His eyes scanned over the short list, nodding in satisfaction at her gift-buying preparation.

"So, which do you prefer? The ladies or the gentlemen first?" he asked, wiggling his brows as she laughed.

"Whatever works better for you. It's not like I have a lot of experience with this kind of thing," Brennan replied, looking around at the various stores, which were all brightly decorated with Christmas lights and tinsel. As skeptical as she was about the holiday, Brennan was the first to admit that the decorations were always marvelous.

"Okay, so we both have to get something for Angela and Cam, and you have to get something for Russ' girlfriend," he said, doing a mental check list is his head to make sure he didn't leave any women out while they both stepped onto the escalator to the second floor. His present for his mother was already bought so she was one less thing to worry about at the moment.

"Angela gave me a few ideas for presents. She said women like to get perfume, clothes, lingerie…"

She was cut off as Booth asked incredulously, "Lingerie?"

"Angela told me that women like nice sets of lingerie as a present," Brennan said, not understanding his shock. She stepped off the escalator as it reached the top, her eyes scanning the new stores as she tried to find a place to start their shopping spree.

"Isn't that a little too personal?" he asked, almost wincing at the memory of the slap one of his former girlfriends had given him upon receiving some very uncomfortable and very revealing Santa-themed lingerie for Christmas.

"Angela told me that she spends more money on lingerie then she does on rent," Brennan said, clearly amused by her best friend's priorities. "I think that's a safe gift option for her."

"Okay..." he said, deciding that for once, he could trust Brennan on this. "But what about Cam and Amy?"

"I was thinking perfume could be a good idea," she said, pointing to a Victoria's Secret store ten feet from where they stood.

"Okay, so how is it that you know Victoria's Secret?" Booth asked, amused, as they both walked towards the pink store, the festively if scantily clad mannequins lining the display-window.

"Angela gave me a set from here once," she said as she smiled at him openly. "It was too tight, so I had to change it."

Booth swallowed hard, images of his partner in fitted, revealing and unpartnerlike lingerie springing to mind. Unable to form full words, he just repeated, "Too tight?"

"She bought me a B and I'm really closer to a D," she said casually, leaving Booth again struggling with mental pictures as she turned to face the salesgirl who had approached her.

"Can I help you?" the small blonde asked with a smile as Brennan gazed at the numerous racks, her bewilderment evident on her face.

"Yes, please," she said with relief as she ushered Booth inside, a dumb look on his face as he tried hard to concentrate on her eyes rather than the part of her anatomy that had previously been the topic of conversation.

"So what are kind of lingerie are you looking for?" inquired the salesgirl, whose nametag read 'Katie' in bright pink letters.

"I'm trying to find a present for a friend of mine," Brennan said, her fingers smoothing down the lace of a bra she found on one of the racks.

"Do you know her size?" Katie asked, making a bee line towards a counter as Brennan and Booth followed.

"I'm not sure," she answered, feeling slightly foolish for not having acquired this information earlier. "What do you think, Booth?"

His eyes snapped up, embarrassment clear on his face as he started to flush profusely. "What am I, a pervert now? How should I know her bra size?" he asked indignantly, his face warm as both women stared at him in amusement.

"I was meerely asking for your opinion," Brennan said defensively, turning to Katie, who merely eyed Booth curiously, and deducing, "Well, I'm a 32D and I think Angela's got a slightly wider ribcage than I have, so she'd probably be a 34. As for cup size, I'd guess she's a B." She looked down at herself as she reconsidered. "Actually, maybe a C."

Turning to her partner to ask for his thoughts, Brennan raised her eyebrows as she saw Booth's eyes fixed firmly south of her shoulders. Crossing her arms under her breasts, she inquired with a smile, "Trying to measure them, Booth?"

Busted, Booth brought his eyes hurriedly back up to hers, his cheeks now matching the color of the bright red panties hanging behind him. "Sorry, Bones," he said sheepishly, trying to fix a repentant expression on his face.

The sales assistant appeared to be highly amused as she took a thick folder from under the counter, placing it in front of Brennan.

"So here we have a catalogue of our different collections. You can choose the ones that you like best, and I'll get the different sizes so you can see which one will fit on your friend, okay?" asked Katie, her friendly manner making Brennan feel more comfortable.

About five minutes later Brennan had picked out five different possible options for Angela and seven for herself since she felt it would be logical for her to make good use of the shopping trip and buy for herself while she was there.

"Booth," she called, smirking as she saw partner distractedly looking at the many posters of various different models, all of whom wore just their promotional lingerie and a smile.

Caught in the act again, Booth cleared his throat as he made his way over to her, humming along with the loud song playing throughout the store. "Done already, Bones?" he asked, wishing that she would just pick the first thing she saw so he could leave already.

"No, I haven't. And if you don't help, I swear I'll leave you to choose your present for Zach and Hodgins on your own," she threatened. "Good luck shopping in the Science section of the book store."

"You wouldn't," he dared, pointing a finger at her in an attempt to intimidate, but she just smirked.

"Try me," she dared in return, and he was the one to back down.

"How can I help?" he inquired with a sigh, leaning over the counter as he flipped through the open catalogue.

"Just tell me which one you like best. You're a guy, right?" she asked, receiving a glare as an answer. "So it shouldn't be a problem for you."

Just then the sales assistant came over, various bras in hand. "So here are the sets you chose. Some of them come in different colors, so if you don't like it, I can change," she said as she placed them all on the counter.

Booth eyed the items curiously, playing with the lace and cotton before lifting a black and pink lace bra in Brennan's face. "Isn't this a little too sexy as a Christmas present for a friend?" he asked, teasing her as she snatched the item from him.

"That's not for Angela, it's for me," she said.

Backfired, he thought as his mind was now conjuring up images of her wearing only the black and pink bra and panties while crawling over in his bed with a seductive smile on her face. A hand waving in front of his face pulled him out of his daydreaming as he now focused on his confused and fully clothed partner.

"You okay there, Booth?" she asked, genuinely concerned.

"Fine, Bones. So… huh… what are you getting Angela?" he questioned, rubbing his hand over his face to clear his thoughts. Brennan smiled, lifting an underwear set for his perusal.

"What do you think?" she asked, obviously proud of her accomplishment in choosing what she believed to be the perfect gift. It was a pair of baby-pink panties with ruffled black trim and black letters on the back that read "slap". The bra was similar, but over the breast, matching black letters spelled "tickle".

Booth laughed, an amused smile on his face as he spoke, "I think that's perfect for Angela."

The bright smile on Brennan's face rewarded him for all the embarrassment he had experienced. "Okay, so I'll take this one, gift wrapped," she said, handing it over to Katie.

Booth rubbed his hands together, the prospect of finally getting out of the store brightening his mood. "So all you need is to pay and we're outta here," he said cheerfully.

With a shake of her head, Brennan crushed that hope. "Not yet. I'm going to try on some of these bras," she said, and Booth's expression fell at the same time as his mind began to wander off to dangerous territories.

"You can go to the fitting rooms right over there," Katie said, pointing to the far end of the store. "We ask that your boyfriend stays outside though."

Booth froze as Brennan coughed awkwardly, turning quickly back to Katie. "We're just friends," she said firmly, embarrassed as she imagined Booth pressed against her in the very small cubicle that was the fitting room.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the salesgirl said with a smile. "I'll leave you to it; call me if you need any help." Brennan nodded in thanks and headed towards the fitting rooms, while Katie fixed Booth with a skeptical look that read 'Because so many women bring a male friend to a lingerie store.'

When Booth and Brennan made it to the fitting rooms, she pushed her bag and coat over to him as she closed the door behind her with a smile, firmly locking it. Booth swallowed hard as he saw as her blouse fall to the floor, soon followed by the black lace bra she was wearing.

Think baseball, he thought as he looked up, ignoring the curious stares he was getting from some of the attendants nearby. His plan failed as his thoughts turned to picturing making his way through all the bases with his gorgeous partner. Annoyed with his own lack of control, he paced from side to side impatiently.

"Booth?" Brennan called from inside the fitting room.

"Yeah?" he called back, praying she wouldn't ask him anything that would require extra hours in confession that weekend.A pair of purple panties came sailing over the door, accompanied by the instruction, "Could you find me a pair of these in blue?"

Sighing, and resigning himself to losing another hour of his Sunday, Booth headed back out into the store trying to match the panties in his hand to those on the racks. After searching through what felt like a sea of lace, he finally located the desired pair and headed quickly back to his partner, lobbing both pairs over the door as he called, "There you go, Bones."

There was a brief pause before both pairs came flying back. "In my size, Booth."

He stared at the two scraps of lace in his hand. "Well what size are you?"

"Small," she replied, as though he should have known. "You got me a large."

Knowing women's sensitivity towards any suggestion that their rear was less than petite, he apologized hurriedly, "Sorry, Bones. I didn't mean-"

"Just go find the panties, Booth," she replied firmly, and he once again trudged off, not enjoying the public humiliation involved in being a lone man rummaging through women's lingerie in a large store.

It was with relief that he located the desired pair and practically sprinted across the store, tossing them over the door and saying, "There you go, Bones. Now would you hurry up or the stores'll be closing soon."

"Alright, alright," she replied and Booth heard a lot of moving around before she emerged, fully dressed and clutching a large number of items.

"Are you buying anything?" he asked, eyeing the items in her hand curiously. After today, Booth had a lot more material to work with in his late night dreaming with a certain stubborn anthropologist.

"Just a couple of bras and matching panties," she said casually, showing him her selection of the black and pink set he was teasing her with and a baby pink lacy matching set.

"Okay, so let's pay," he said, shoving her purse and coat into her hands as he guided her in Katie's direction, watching as the two women then walked over to the cash register. He continued to watch as the assistant said something to her and she laughed loudly, a warm sound that Booth hardly ever heard but treasured. It took him a few seconds but he soon realized that they were both looking at him, an amused smile on both their faces.

Stay cool, he thought as he tried to remain casual, leaning back against the counter. But he miscalculated his weight, and promptly knocked over a rack of clothes which dominoed into another, scattering push-up bras and velvety Santa negligees across the floor. Blushing furiously, he mumbled his apologies to the three highly amused salesgirls who were now working on tidying his mess.

Smooth, he thought as Brennan, walked over to him, bags in hand, clearly trying hard not to openly laugh in his face. Very, very smooth. "Come on, Booth, before you bring the whole store down," she said teasingly and he glared at her, apologizing again to the salesgirls as he jogged to catch up with his partner.

"What were you laughing about with the cashier?" he asked.

"She just told me that she'd love to see your face when you see me in the new lingerie," Brennan said in a no-big-deal tone.

"What?" he asked loudly as his currently naughty mind made the link between the information received and the picture he was now forming in his head. This was very, very bad.

"She just thought that we were romantically involved. There's no reason to be so offended it about it," Brennan said, sounding a little offended herself.

"I'm not offended. It's just… it caught me by surprise a little, that's all," he defended, trying not to get on her bad side. She seemed to accept his answer as she gazed at the various stores lining the mall.

"So, where do we go now?" she asked.

"Perfume store," Booth answered as he took half of her bags. "It's half, so it's equal weight for both of us," he said before she could reprehend him.

She just smiled, amused that nowadays he always seemed to know what she was going to say before she said it. They walked side by side over to the perfume store, stealing frequent glances at each other en route. Reaching the store, they saw the various different colored bottles displayed in the window, creating a kaleidoscopic effect on the mall floor.

Distracted, Brennan didn't see the man standing a few feet in front of her. "Would the lady like to try this new fragrance?" he inquired, and before she could respond, he sprayed her with it.

She coughed a few times, fixing him with a threatening glare as she thought about having him swallow the bottle. "What is this?" she asked as she sniffed the air, turning her nose in disgust. "Great, now I smell like an eggplant." Frustrated, she entered the store, placing her bag on the counter and searching for tissues. When she found them, she wiped her blouse and arms, not caring about the quiet laughter coming from her partner.

"I'm so sorry, miss," said the salesman, looking apologetically over at the now-calmer Brennan. "How can I help?"

"Could you show us some ladies' perfumes?" Booth asked, coming closer to the counter as he warned, "Oh and next time, you might want to let the person respond before spraying them."

"That would be a good idea," Brennan added as she tossed the tissues in the garbage, her icy glare reminding the man how close he had come to having a broken bone.

"I apologize again, miss," he said, the small metal nametag on his chest bearing the name Ron in gold.

"It's fine. Just show us the perfume," she said, wanting nothing more than to be home with a nice bottle of wine and a good book instead of fighting off hordes of Christmas shoppers.

"What kind of fragrance are you looking for?" Ron asked and Booth exchanged glances with Brennan as she shrugged.

"What kind of perfume does Cam wear?" she asked, and he thought for a while before responding.

"I'm not sure, but I think she'd like something clean, you know? Clean and feminine," Booth said, satisfied with his own reasoning.

"I agree," Brennan concurred and Ron nodded, circling the counter and going over to one of the display shelves. He handed a small container to Brennan, and Booth frowned as she sniffed it, before passing it to him. He looked inside, his frown deepening as he saw its content.

"Coffee beans? What's it for?" he asked.

"It helps to enhance our olfactory abilities," Brennan said, and he sniffed, amazed at the new piece of information.

Ron continued with his sales pitch, "Here are some fragrances that might interest you. They have a refreshing scent of lilies with an undertone of citrus." Brennan sniffed the proffered strip lightly, shrugging as she handed it over to Booth. Between the selections of perfumed strips offered by Ron, they both sniffed the coffee beans, which in turn, left them craving a hot cup of the caffeinated beverage.

At the fifth strip, they both agreed on a fragrance called 'Biography', and an elegant square bottle filled with a peach colored liquid was separated for wrapping.

"Now we need something for Amy," Booth prompted.

"Actually, Angela gave me the name for a fragrance she knew. It was called 'Surrender'," Brennan said, looking over at the sales assistant. "Do you have it?"

"Of course," he replied as he walked over to a shelf and, spraying some of the perfume on a stripe, he handed it to Brennan.

"It's very good," she said, handing it to Booth, and when he nodded in agreement, she added, "I'll take this one too."

Satisfied with their progress, Booth scanned the shelves for other perfumes, saying, "I'm going to choose a perfume for Angela, and maybe you could choose some aftershave or something for your dad, what do you think?"

A wry smile played on Brennan's lips. "Maybe not. He told me that a man smelling too good inside prison is not a good thing, if you know what I mean."

Booth laughed loudly, amused by her comment, but suggested, "Okay, then, maybe you could choose something for Russ."

"I was thinking clothes for Russ," Brennan pondered, leaning over to see what Booth was looking at. "Maybe a romantic flowery fragrance for Ange?" He smiled in appreciation, and Ron was already spraying the stripes.

After many tries, Booth settled for a perfume called 'Catalyst', and a near-spherical container with a clear pink liquid inside was chosen. "I guess we're done," Brennan said, mentally crossing off the names on her list as she looked at the neatly wrapped packages.

"What perfume do you wear?" Booth asked curiously, leaning over her to try and catch the faint scent of her fragrance.

"I can find out, if you want," Ron said, slightly overenthusiastically, and also leant over Brennan to sniff her neck.

Being the overprotective male he was, Booth wasted no time in standing between his partner and the salesman arms folded. "No need, buddy," he said through gritted teeth while Brennan seemed both amused and annoyed as she produced her credit card for payment.

When he was confident that the assistant wouldn't try to sniff his partner again, Booth turned and gave his credit card as well. As they left the store, Booth guided Brennan out with a hand on her back, glaring at Ron as they walked out.

"So we need to buy for the men now?" Brennan asked as they walked over to the escalators.

"Yep, we still have Parker, your dad, Russ, Zach and Hodgins," Booth listed.

"Okay, so why don't we split up? We can both go find something for my brother and for my dad, then we separate and you can go find the presents for Parker and Amy's kids while I go to the bookstore and find something for Zach and Hodgins."

"You just don't want to go to the toy store with me," he said teasingly, and she blushed.

"No, I just think that this is an effective way for us to save some time so we can both go home sooner," she replied indignantly.

"Right," he said sarcastically, laughing as they stepped of the escalator before heading over into the men's section of a department store.

As Brennan walked over to a rack filled with different shirts, Booth was taken by surprise as he was cornered by the salesman, who asked cheerfully, "Can I help you?"

Feeling slightly uncomfortable as the smaller man sized him up with an appraising glance, Booth instinctively stepped closer to Brennan, saying, "I was looking for ties."

Keeping his eyes fixed on Booth, the salesman, who was apparently named Harry, said triumphantly, "Well, you came to the right place." Without any further preamble, he guided a very awkward Booth across the store with his hand on the small of his back, just as the agent himself so often did with Brennan.

Seeing her partner's helpless glance back at her, Temperance stifled a laugh, but couldn't stop her lips from curving up in a smile when she saw the murderous look on Booth's face as Harry started lacing his neck with a tie. "Excuse me," she called, drawing the salesman's attention away from her anxious partner, "Could you maybe find some shirts in his size, please."

Harry nodded. "Of course." He then hurried off, leaving them alone as Booth approached Brennan quickly. "If he touches me again, I swear I'll shoot him," said the flustered agent, eyeing the departing assistant with suspicion.

"That's a premeditated crime, you know?" she said, smoothing down a silk red tie against his chest for measure. "What do you think?"

He frowned, looking down at the tie she chose, "Not to point out the obvious, but your brother doesn't wear suits that often. And red would kind of clash with orange," Booth said, grinning as she glared at him.

"Actually, I was thinking about getting a tie for Zach. He's an expert witness more often now, and I just want to help him look presentable and credible," she reasoned, changing the red tie for a blue one.

"Okay," he said as he nodded to the tie she chose, "But just make sure you don't pick one like mine. It could be really embarrassing if we showed up in the lab wearing matching ties." Brennan laughed, before opting for the slightly less flashy blue tie.

Just then, Harry rounded the counter again. "So here I have some really nice Italian shirts which I think would look wonderful. Very soft, gorgeous texture," he said to a smirking Brennan while Booth suppressed a shudder. Taking one of the shirts, Booth held it up for Brennan to inspect, saying, "Do you think this would fit Russ?"

"I'm not sure," she replied, eyeing him critically. "I think Russ has a smaller build than you. Why don't you try it on?" she suggested, ushering him to the fitting rooms.

"These things always look better on," Harry said confidently, and Booth just stared at him before disappearing into the cubicle. Watching the curtain close, the sales assistant turned to Brennan, asking conversationally, "So is this a special event, or did you two just feel like going wild today?"

"Yes," she said absently, processing the connotations of "going wild" a moment later and correcting, "I mean, no… We, uh… It's just..."

He gave her an understanding smile. "Don't worry, honey. I know how a guy like that can turn you into mush," Harry said, patting her arm as he turned to arrange the rack of ties. Brennan just stood there, thinking about the impossibility of someone turning into mush unless there were various chemical components involved, like the time when they found the melted body inside the tub.

A couple of minutes later, Booth emerged from the fitting room, redressed in his own shirt and carrying the possible present for Russ. Seeing that he'd left a couple of buttons undone in his hurry to change, Brennan couldn't stop herself from gazing at the skin showing, the golden tone of it hypnotizing her as she wondered how it would feel to run her fingers down his toned chest.

"Bones," he called out, noticing how her eyes were unfocused. Getting no response he called again, louder, "Bones?"

It had the desired effect as her head snapped up, her cheeks flushed as she was caught staring. "Did it fit?" she asked, changing the subject quickly and hoping he hadn't noticed where she was staring.

"It was a bit tight, so it should fit your brother perfectly," he answered, placing the shirt on the counter. "What color are you getting?"

"I don't know. Blue, maybe?" she asked, lifting the blue shirt for him to see. He nodded approvingly, and she smiled in return.

"My mother always used to say that joint decisions are the mark of a good relationship," Harry remarked with a smile, and their attention snapped back at the forgotten salesman.

"We're just friends," Temperance said, and Booth backed her up with a firm nod.

"Okay then," said Harry, not really convinced. Looking over at Booth, he noticed the open buttons. "Um, Sir, you've got a few..." He reached over, indicating the buttons, but Brennan quickly intervened.

"I got it," she said, tugging briefly on the shirt to tell Booth to close the buttons which he did with a grateful smile. "We'll take this shirt and tie," Brennan said, handing it over to Harry, "All gift wrapped please."

"No problem," said Harry as he walked towards the cash register. Brennan provided her credit card once again while Booth leaned closer and closer to her, trying to send a clear message to the over-friendly Harry. When they were handed their bags, they both left, and Booth quickened his pace a little more as Harry waved at them.

"So now you're going to the toy store while I go to the book store," said Brennan, a small hint of triumph on her voice as she envisioned her partner walking through the children-filled store.

"Be careful, alright?"

"Why would I need to be careful to go to a book store? What danger can it present?" she asked, amused.

"Just don't hit any Santas on the way, okay?" he said, receiving a confused stare as they walked.

When he first spotted the Santa distributing candy to the kids, he considered giving the old man a head's up before he offered Brennan anything. But he was too late, and as they approached, a candy was stretched her way. Bracing himself for the anthropological speech on how the Christmas holiday was once a religious celebration and was now just a festive of commercial exploitation, he frowned as nothing came.

Instead, she smiled as she gratefully accepted the heart-shaped red lollipop from the white bearded old man. He watched in amusement as she unwrapped the candy, sucking on it slowly.

She saw him watching her, a smile on his face that she couldn't quite understand, and in a very child-like manner, she stuck her tongue out, now bright red like her heart shaped candy. He laughed at her playful behavior.

"Don't forget to get something for Haley and Emma. Also, get something for Parker from me," she said as she took the lollipop from her mouth, disappearing from his sight as she walked towards the book store.

Twenty minutes later they met up at the same spot, each caring a few more bags than before, especially Booth, since he refused to share the load of toys.

"So what did you get?" he asked, noticing the large bag filled with books she was caring.

"I got a conspiracy theories book for Hodgins and a study of indigenous South American tribes for Zach. For my dad, I got a book called 'The History of Rock 'n' Roll'," she said, happy with her selection as she knew her dad loved music.

"Good choice," Booth said, glancing over the now half-filled mall. "Can we go leave now?"

"Yes, please," she said, excited at the prospect of being safely inside her own apartment.

"What do you say we go to my place? I make some popcorn, and we watch some Christmas movies..." he asked hopefully, not wanting her to spend the rest of her day on her own in her apartment.

She seemed to think about it for a while as they walked towards the exit, before deciding, "Sure, but I pick the movie."

"How can you pick the movie? You don't know any," he said, teasingly.

"Shut up, Booth," she shot back, walking through the automatic doors with her partner following.

"So did you have fun?" he asked, popping the trunk before filling it with the various different bags.

"Sure," she replied openly, "I never had so much fun shopping." Booth grinned, flushed with success.

"So are you a little closer to believing in Christmas?" he asked hopefully.

She smiled sweetly, coming closer to him as she lifted her head towards his. "Not at all," she said, smiling as she entered the passenger side.

Damn woman, how could she be such an angel and so frustrating at the same time? Whoever said that falling in love was easy was either stupid or high.


Next chapter, we have another non-date. So, what do you think will come next? What do you think I still have inside my Santa bag? You know the drill, review and it comes faster, because in this wet Christmas of mine, I can only dream about the romantic snow of DC, and you're the ones making my Merry Christmas!!!