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''A Ghost from The Past''

Chapter 14.

25th December .

0650 a.m.

Michael silently exited the library. He slowly walked barefoot along the corridor and arrived in the living-room. Nobody was there and the room was scarcely illuminated. However, he saw a strange shape at the end of the room. Yesterday, that big thing wasn't there. Stretching, he switched on the light.

"WOW!" he whispered, widening his eyes. On the other side of the room, between the glass wall and the fire-place, there was a big Christmas tree, decorated with balls and white, red, and golden lights. Under the tree there was a mountain of packages of every colors. "Santa came," he whispered.

The little boy turned and ran to the library. He entered the room and jumped on the bed shouting, "Mamma! Papa'! Wake up! It's Christmas!"
"Michael, what is going on?" asked Tony, half asleep.
"Michael, do not shout," protested his mother.
"Mommy, it's Christmas! Come on, daddy! Come with me!" he said, pulling his father's hand.
"Michael, please. It's still dark outside. It's still night," complained Tony.
"No, it's day and Santa came!" he smiled, hopping and pulling Tony's hand harder.
"No, darling. He'll go our home," explained Alice, patiently.
"No! He came here and he brought many gifts and a tree too. Come on!" he smiled, pulling away the blankets.
Tony and Alice looked each other, really surprised, and finally followed him to the living-room.

"Santa came, look!" Michael told his parents widening his arms.
"Oh, my God," whispered Alice.
"But, how...?" said Tony.
"Come on!" smiled Michael, taking his dad's hand. "Look! There are gifts for all of us!"

Tony looked Alice. "I don't understand."
"What?" asked the child, admiring all those colored gifts and wondering which one of them were for him. Where's my electric train and my basebal bat and glove?
"How could it be possible?" asked Tony.
"Daddy! He is Santa and he knows everything, remember?" Michael sighed as if his father was a bit dumb.
"Yes, you're right," smiled Tony.
"I'll go to wake up Mel!" Michael ran away before his parents could stop him.

Alice hugged Tony.
"Merry Christmas, Tony."
"Merry Christmas, honey," he kissed her.
"Are you happy?" she asked, smiling.
"Yes, I have everything that I've always wanted, right here with me... and Michael is he's so excited," Tony chuckled.
"He's happy because we're together."
"Yeah... but I don't understand what happened, " said Tony, looking at the decorated tree.
"It's the magic of Christmas," smiled Alice. He nodded, winking and kissing her.

They heard two little voices coming from the corridor and they turned. "WOW!" whispered Melanie and suddenly she turned around and ran to her father, shouting, "Daddy! Daddy! Santa came!" Michael followed her and went to wake up Uncle Gibbs and Stephanie.

"Tony, maybe it's better if you stop your son, before he rushes into Ziva and Bobby's room," said Alice.
"Why?" asked Tony, amused by the mess that Michael and Melanie were creating.

"I'm coming, Mel... just a moment," protested Timothy, going into the room.
"Good morning, McGee," grinned Tony.
"Yeah, good morning," he answered sulky.
"But what's all this... Oh my God!" Tim exclaimed, looking at the tree, "Who did this?"
"Santa, daddy!" exclaimed his daughter, rolling her eyes, like a grown woman.
"Yes, Tim! Santa!" joked Tony.
"You?" he asked.
"No, I'm as surprised as you."
"Merry Christmas, Tim," said Alice.
"Merry Christmas," he sighed, thinking about Ally.

Luckily, Mel interrupted his sad thoughts. "Which are my gifts, daddy?"
"I don't know, sweety. We should read the cards, I guess," answered Tim, kneeling next to her, under the tree.

"Merry Christmas to all of you!" exclaimed Abby, in her black pajamas.
"Merry Christmas!" they answered.
"Abby, come here!" Mel called her.

"Michael, where have you been?" asked Alice as she saw her son running into the room.
"Uncle Gibbs didn't want to get up," he complained, but as soon as he saw Abby, his expression brightening and he shouted, "Abby!"
"Merry Christmas, little DiNozzo," she hugged him, ruffling his hair.
"I have to wake up the others!" the little boy announced as he got free from Abby's arms. "They have to open their gifts!"
"Tony, stop your son," insisted Alice, smiling.
"Why?" he asked, surprised and amused by Michael's antics.
"Because, honey. Maybe, Ziva and Bobby... You know... Maybe they've done... ehm..."
"What?"
"Exactly what we wanted to do last night, but Michael was between us," she winked.
"Uh... oh... yeah, you're right," realized Tony and, with an expression of comic horror on his face, he turned and saw his son ready for another raid into the other rooms. Luckily he caught him just in time and grabbed him around the waist.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Where do you think you're going, little pest?" he said, laughing.
"Let me go, daddy!" Michael protested, giggling while kicking his feet in the air.
"Listen, what do you think if you wake up your grandpa and I wake up Ziva and Bobby?"
"'Kay!'' he agreed, scrambling off his dad's arms. ''Come on!" he pulled Tony with him.

TBC

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