Christmas Through Your Eyes
by ChandlersDANCE aka Shikaiya aka Monica (yes that is my REAL name)©2002
takes place during: The One with the Christmas in Tulsa, during the Chandler and Monica clips, I suppose.
Chandler Bing sat in his office, quiet in thought. He heard the noise from the party from several floors down, and sighed. At least someone was having fun. 'I could be having fun.' He thought. He looked at the photo of Monica and himself, from Christmas of last year, their first Christmas as husband and wife. He never would of thought he would be spending their second year as husband and wife in a city several thousand miles away. Right now all he wanted to do was hold Monica in his arms.
But no. He was in Tulsa because of his job. A job he didn't really like. He wasn't sure what he does anymore. Something with numbers. 'I think.' he thought to himself again.
"Oh well." he said to himself. "Its not like this is going to be my first bad Christmas." He thought of all the other holidays he had when he was younger. He barely had parents there to celebrate with him, especially after the divorce. The only one Christmas he can remember that was sort of decent was when he was five, no troubles in his life. His parents were in the same room for once, and for Christmas they gave him a globe, and his parents promised to take him wherever he wanted. But things would start to change after that, and he never got what he was promised. This one thing always brought back awful memories, and the next parentless Christmas's just made him more angry towards the holiday. For the first twenty some years of his life, he had no holiday spirit. He was bitter towards anything Christmasy. He even hated "Its A Wonderful Life" because there was no such thing.
Then after he met his friends, he realized they brought the holiday spirit out of him. Especially Monica. When he first moved into the apartment in front of her's, Monica noticed right away he was no holiday person. She made it a goal of hers to change him. Make him see Christmas through her eyes. Monica slowly did.
Chandler thought of the tree Monica had decorated when he left the apartment a couple of days before. Chandler loved seeing her get ready for Christmas. She was always really picky about her home, but it went into overdrive when it neared the end of the year. It was always something to look forward to. Chandler loved watching her set up the Christmas tree before they even started to go out. He would just quietly walk in the door and stand in the doorway and watch until she noticed he was there. She would ask if he would like to help, but he would always decline. He would never want to get in her way. But once they got closer, he started to help out. After they got together, Monica actually started to ask for his opinion more. Chandler looked at the picture of the them again, which had the tree. They both did the tree together, and they had a great time.
But this year was different. Chandler wasn't home when it came to decorate the tree. She called him a couple of times to see which star to use on the top, or which color lights should blink. He wanted to be there. Not here.
He thought about what Wendy had said. Why was he there? Why wasn't he in New York? Sure this job paid great and was the only thing he really knew what to do, but it wasn't enough for him to be happy. He was getting tired of the hotel room, and the lonely nights. And even though he talked to Monica every night, that wasn't clearly enough. He was so used to seeing her at least a couple times a day for such a long time, that only seeing her on weekends was starting to not cut it for him. He knew that Monica wanted whatever he wanted, but he knew all this traveling was starting to wear on her. He can still picture her face when he told her that he wasn't going to be home for Christmas.
He hated to see Monica sad.
Chandler hated to be sad. And Tulsa almost makes him despressingly sad. Sure, the people were nice. But it wasn't the same. He was all alone.
He need to do something. He did not want to spend another moment in that office. He realized what he was missing out on and decided that it was far more important than a measly job. Chandler grabbed his coat and and some stuff from the desk and left the office, knowing he'll never be back. Chandler wanted a Christmas. He wanted a family.
He wanted to go home.
And Monica was home.
Till I had you I didn't know
That I was missing out
Had to grow up and see the world
Through different shades of doubt
Give me one more chance to dream again
One more chance to feel again
Through your young heart
If only for one day let me try
I wanna see Christmas through your eyes
I want everything to be the way it used to be
Back to being a child again thinking the world was mine
I wanna see Christmas, Christmas through your eyes
I see the rain, you see the rainbow hiding in the clouds
Never afraid to let your love show
Won't you show me how
Wanna learn how to believe again
Find the innocence in me again
Through your young heart
Help me find a way, help me try
I wanna see Christmas through your eyes
I want everything to be the way it used to be
Back to being a child again thinking the world was kind
I wanna see Christmas, Christmas through your eyes
I wanna see Christmas through your eyes
I want everything to be the way it used to be
Back to being a child again thinking the world was kind
I wanna see Christmas, Christmas through your eyes
I wanna see Christmas
I wanna see Christmas, I wanna see Christmas through your eyes
I wanna see, I wanna see Christmas
I wanna see, I wanna see Christmas
I wanna see Christmas through your eyes
I wanna see Christmas
I want to see Christmas
I wanna see Christmas through your eyes
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DISCLAIMER.
I don't own any of the Friends characters.
The song is by Gloria Estefan, and its on her cd of the same name and her Greatest Hits cd.