A little Christmas-y chapter to get you into the holiday spirit. It features the movie A Year without a Santa Claus. If you have yet to see it, go watch it now!!! Then read this and REVIEW!!! Merry Christmas!!! And happy whatever else you may celebrate. (Sorry, I'm trying to be politically correct...that's what happens when you go to public school).
Disclaimer: I own neither Twilight
Bella's Point of View
"Alice, what's on your head?"
"This, my dear Emmett, is a Santa hat," Alice replied, shoving red and white fuzzy thing on her burly brother's head.
Emmett reached up and pulled it off. "Well, why are you wearing it? You'd fit in better with the elves. Shouldn't you be wearing an elf hat instead?"
Alice's face scrunched up in anger. "Emmett you little…"
I decided to walk away then. It was probably better if I wasn't around when Alice attacked since I was "breakable". And besides, I don't think Edward would enjoy it very much if his sister maimed me three days before Christmas.
Earlier that morning, Edward had informed me that I would be helping his family prepare for the upcoming holiday that afternoon. I thought that I would be decorating a tree and taste testing Christmas cookies. But, of course, the Cullens can't get ready for Christmas like a normal family. No, they completely repainted the entire first floor of the mansion a deep shade of red, decorated three trees in the living room alone, and turned the front yard into a winter wonderland fit for a movie set. Overnight.
Now, I was walking through the house, trying to find some way to help. Rose was wrapping gifts, Emmett and Alice were arguing about something or another, Jasper was working on another tree in the seldom-used dining room. Not to mention, Carlisle was at the hospital, and Esme was baking cookies, which I was banned from helping with on account of my catching the last batch on fire. She assured me that it was OK but also suggested that I go find a less dangerous project.
And where is Edward?
I sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote. Maybe some mindless Christmas movie would make me feel better about my inability to help my family. I flipped through the channels for a while until I came across A Year without a Santa Claus – Charlie's favorite and my least favorite. I couldn't sit through that movie for more than twenty minutes without falling asleep. In fact, my eyelids were already starting to droop.
I could here the opening notes of the Snow Miser's song playing as my eyes completely closed.
I'm Mister White Christmas
I'm Mister Snow
I'm Mister Icicle
I'm Mister Ten Below
Wait, wasn't that guy's voice more annoying and nasally and not so velvety? My eyes snapped open.
Friends call me Snow Miser;
Whatever I touch
turns to snow in my clutch
I'm too much!
There, on the television screen in front of me, was none other than Mr. Edward Cullen. He was dressed in varying shade for blue and almost blended in with the background he was dancing in front of. I just sat there stupidly, staring in shock. This was too weird.
Suddenly, the scene changed. The television flamed red and orange and yellow. Standing amidst the bright colors was Jacob Black, dressed in clothing that matched his surroundings. He, much like Edward, was singing an obnoxious song.
I'm Mister Green Christmas
I'm Mister Sun
I'm Mister Heat Blister
I'm Mister Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I'm too much!
Then, the scene changed yet again. The colors swirled together. Ice and fire. Fire and ice. Both were flying this way and that. And Edward and Jake keep singing the stupid song…
"Bella, turn that stupid movie off!"
"What?" My head snapped up. Wow, do I feel groggy.
"I said, turn that stupid movie off," Rosalie replied from across the room where she was wrapping presents on the ground. "You're going to make my ears bleed."
"Uh, Rose, your ears can't bleed," Jasper called from the dining room. "You're dead so you can't bleed at all."
"It's figure of speech, jeez."
I grabbed the remote and switched the movie off anyway. I didn't want to have another dream about my fiancé and best friend in bad costumes singing even worse songs.
"Bella?" a silky voice called from behind me.
I turned around to see Edward clothed in a dark blue shirt and jeans and couldn't help laughing.