Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

By the Angel


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Chapter Two: Billion Dollar Holiday



Vincent K. McMahon Junior woke up with some sort of excited anticipation--And glee. It was Christmas, the most joyous holiday, in his opinion, and there wasn't a finer day. The weather was perfect too- Snowing heavily, but the sun was shining. He just loved Christmas.



What he loved even more, was the giving and receiving. He had bought Linda a gorgeous diamond necklace, as to say "The divorce is off, don't you agree?" He had it wrapped in blue paper under the Christmas tree. She loved blue.



He had hoped she had gotten him something too. Perhaps an order from the judge saying that no divorce would take place? This Christmas, Vince thought, I am getting what I deserved.



Vince rubbed his hands together gleefully. It was just after eight thirty. It wouldn't be long now. The McMahons always opened their presents at nine o clock, every year. The amount of presents under the tree this year were considerably smaller, since Shane and Stephanie weren't there.


He sighed. His poor children, alone on Christmas. Maybe they were cold and hungry. Maybe Stephanie was cleaning her own bathroom. He chuckled. Stephanie wouldn't clean anything if her life depended on it.


Vince could hear and smell something frying downstairs. It was probably Christmas breakfast. He could hear the crickling of the pot that Linda was using. He liked that sound, the swish and crack, swish and crack.


He filed out of bed, in his plaid pajamas. Those were his Christmas pajamas. He walked downstairs, and saw Linda flip over some bacon.


"Smells delicious," He said, entering the kitchen. He gave her a kiss. "Merry Christmas, honey." She smiled back at him. "Merry Christmas." He pulled out a chair from the table and drummed his fingers on it.


"This is the first Christmas without Shane and Stephanie," Vince noted sadly. "Be as it may...I miss having them around." Linda looked at her husband. "Aw, Vince. I miss them too. But they were the ones that got themselves up shit's creek without a paddle."


Vince nodded. "You're right. But they're kids, Linda. Our kids. We can't let them not have any place to go or live. No food to eat. It's Christmas, Linda." She frowned as she set two plates of bacon on the table.


"I know, Vince. It hurts my heart, but they've got to learn. They're more than welcome to come back to us. And they know it. It'd just hurt their pride." Linda spoke the truth.


He moved his bacon around his plate. "I know, Linda. It's just--" He was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. "Santa? Already?" Linda smiled. "He was here last night." She held up a plate with a bitten chocolate chip cookie on it.


Vince chuckled and opened the door. "Merry--" He started. It was Shane and Stephanie. Stephanie had a big blanket wrapped over her, and she was shivering like crazy. Shane had a sweater on. He rubbed his hands together to make friction.


"Shane. Stephanie." Vince said. He took Shane and Stephanie's hand. "Come in. Mom is cooking bacon." He led his kids inside the house. Linda saw all three of them as soon as they entered the house.


"Look who's here," Vince said as they walked into the kitchen. Linda looked to Vince and nodded. "Merry Christmas, Kids," She said, getting up. "You two look freezing, poor things. Can I make you hot chocolate? Coffee?"


Stephanie sat down and grinned. Her lips were blue. "M-Maybe some, hot chocolate Mom? I hate coffee."


"Ah." Linda said, "I forgot."


The grandfather clock in the living room struck nine. Vince had a koolaide grin on his face. "It's nine. Remember kids?"


"Presents!" Shane and Stephanie shouted at the same time. Together, the four McMahons walked into the living room, to see the grand Christmas tree by the stairs. It was breathtakingly beautiful.


Shane and Stephanie looked uncomfortable. "Um, Mom. Dad. We don't have any presents for you."


Linda and Vince exchanged glances. "It's okay," Linda said. "If you're here today, safe and sound on Christmas, then that's the best present of all."