*
Sydney parks her car in front of her house. She gets out and grabs the groceries.
As she's puts the food away, Will walks in. "My parents are going to be here at 6:30."
"Great, that gives me just enough time to start the ham." Sydney isn't the greatest
cook, so Francie had to leave her very detailed instructions on how to prepared the
evening's meal.
"Ham? I thought we were having turkey?" Will questions, as he gives Sydney a
hand.
"You have turkey on Thanksgiving; Ham on Christmas Eve."
"We always have turkey. My mother is bringing her garlic mash potatoes, which
are only good as a side dish to turkey."
"Will, we're having ham and the potatoes will be fine."
"But we have homemade applesauce with ham!" Will's all wound up, "It's too
late to call my mom and tell her to make the applesauce!"
"Will!" Sydney puts her hands on his shoulders, and looks him in the eye,
"Calm down. It will be fine. I have applesauce."
"No, you have goo from the can. That is not applesauce!"
Sydney's getting frustrated, "Will, I need your help this afternoon. Please do me a
flavor, Shut up and start preparing the squash!"
Will mopes over to draw to get a knife, and silently washes and skins the squash,
while Sydney tries her best to prepare the ham. Will's behavior reminders her of
Vaughn. Since her conversation with her mother earlier this morning the memories
keep flooding back. Sydney remembers once, Vaughn's mother didn't make her
special cranberry jelly-sauce and Vaughn refused to attend dinner. Sydney starts
laughing and Will asks what's wrong (while giving her "your mental" glares). Sydney
mutters nothing.
The timer goes off and she takes the squash Will's been cutting up and places it in pot
to boil. Accidentally, she burns herself, and while running cold winter over her fingers
she starts to smile. She was three and it was Fourth Of July. She had a sparkler and
she tripped and fell and landed on it. Vaughn picked up her, and carried her back to
the house and her mother.
"Okay, what's going on?" Will isn't an idiot.
"Nothing."
"You're in a REALLY good mood, what happened?"
"It's Christmas Eve, Will. I'm in the spirit, that's all." Will looks at her twice, however
seems content with her answer, and goes to set the table. "Is your dad coming?" Will
asks, wanting to know if he'll need five or six plate settings.
"No, he's not." Sydney shortly says and Will doesn't press the subject.
*
Will's parents, Norma and Bill, and his sister, Amy, arrive on time. Their arms are filled
with presents and in jolly mood. Amy still has her red hair, but with green highlights;
her parents groan and Sydney and Will laugh as she tells them it's only spray on.
The meal isn't ready, so they decide to open presents. Sydney plays Santa, and parades
around in a Santa cap for the rest of the night. Will gave Sydney a silver tennis bracelet,
which she loves. He also got her a first aid kit and a small bottle or Novocain, which sends
Sydney into a laughing fit.
"I'm glad you haven't lost you sense of humor," she whispers into his ear, and gives him a
kiss on the cheek.
Sydney hands Will a big box. Will opens it to see she's got him a new jacket, and scarf to
match. "Your old jacket was becoming obsolete."
"Hey, I like my suede jacket!"
"You're the only one." Amy jests.
"Try it on, darling." His mother urges.
Will tries it on; a prefect fit.
"Now, with the scarf."
"I've never been one for scarves," Will says honestly.
"I think they look attractive on guys." Sydney smiles. Mostly because, she remembers that
Burberry scarf Vaughn would occasionally wear during the winter months.
Will tries it on, and looks extremely dashing. Will beams and thanks Sydney. The timer
goes off, signaling the ham is done, and they all proceed into the dinning room.
The doorbell rang, and Sydney gets up to answer the door. It is her father. He has a present
in his hand, he hands it too her. "This is for you. Merry Christmas." He smiles awkwardly.
"Thank you," She weakly smiles, "I thought you weren't going to come."
"I wasn't. But a dear work colleague of ours brought me to my senses."
Vaughn, Sydney thought. Bless him.
"Come in, we're just sitting down." Sydney lets her father pass and tells Wills to set another
place at the table.
*
Sydney parks her car in front of her house. She gets out and grabs the groceries.
As she's puts the food away, Will walks in. "My parents are going to be here at 6:30."
"Great, that gives me just enough time to start the ham." Sydney isn't the greatest
cook, so Francie had to leave her very detailed instructions on how to prepared the
evening's meal.
"Ham? I thought we were having turkey?" Will questions, as he gives Sydney a
hand.
"You have turkey on Thanksgiving; Ham on Christmas Eve."
"We always have turkey. My mother is bringing her garlic mash potatoes, which
are only good as a side dish to turkey."
"Will, we're having ham and the potatoes will be fine."
"But we have homemade applesauce with ham!" Will's all wound up, "It's too
late to call my mom and tell her to make the applesauce!"
"Will!" Sydney puts her hands on his shoulders, and looks him in the eye,
"Calm down. It will be fine. I have applesauce."
"No, you have goo from the can. That is not applesauce!"
Sydney's getting frustrated, "Will, I need your help this afternoon. Please do me a
flavor, Shut up and start preparing the squash!"
Will mopes over to draw to get a knife, and silently washes and skins the squash,
while Sydney tries her best to prepare the ham. Will's behavior reminders her of
Vaughn. Since her conversation with her mother earlier this morning the memories
keep flooding back. Sydney remembers once, Vaughn's mother didn't make her
special cranberry jelly-sauce and Vaughn refused to attend dinner. Sydney starts
laughing and Will asks what's wrong (while giving her "your mental" glares). Sydney
mutters nothing.
The timer goes off and she takes the squash Will's been cutting up and places it in pot
to boil. Accidentally, she burns herself, and while running cold winter over her fingers
she starts to smile. She was three and it was Fourth Of July. She had a sparkler and
she tripped and fell and landed on it. Vaughn picked up her, and carried her back to
the house and her mother.
"Okay, what's going on?" Will isn't an idiot.
"Nothing."
"You're in a REALLY good mood, what happened?"
"It's Christmas Eve, Will. I'm in the spirit, that's all." Will looks at her twice, however
seems content with her answer, and goes to set the table. "Is your dad coming?" Will
asks, wanting to know if he'll need five or six plate settings.
"No, he's not." Sydney shortly says and Will doesn't press the subject.
*
Will's parents, Norma and Bill, and his sister, Amy, arrive on time. Their arms are filled
with presents and in jolly mood. Amy still has her red hair, but with green highlights;
her parents groan and Sydney and Will laugh as she tells them it's only spray on.
The meal isn't ready, so they decide to open presents. Sydney plays Santa, and parades
around in a Santa cap for the rest of the night. Will gave Sydney a silver tennis bracelet,
which she loves. He also got her a first aid kit and a small bottle or Novocain, which sends
Sydney into a laughing fit.
"I'm glad you haven't lost you sense of humor," she whispers into his ear, and gives him a
kiss on the cheek.
Sydney hands Will a big box. Will opens it to see she's got him a new jacket, and scarf to
match. "Your old jacket was becoming obsolete."
"Hey, I like my suede jacket!"
"You're the only one." Amy jests.
"Try it on, darling." His mother urges.
Will tries it on; a prefect fit.
"Now, with the scarf."
"I've never been one for scarves," Will says honestly.
"I think they look attractive on guys." Sydney smiles. Mostly because, she remembers that
Burberry scarf Vaughn would occasionally wear during the winter months.
Will tries it on, and looks extremely dashing. Will beams and thanks Sydney. The timer
goes off, signaling the ham is done, and they all proceed into the dinning room.
The doorbell rang, and Sydney gets up to answer the door. It is her father. He has a present
in his hand, he hands it too her. "This is for you. Merry Christmas." He smiles awkwardly.
"Thank you," She weakly smiles, "I thought you weren't going to come."
"I wasn't. But a dear work colleague of ours brought me to my senses."
Vaughn, Sydney thought. Bless him.
"Come in, we're just sitting down." Sydney lets her father pass and tells Wills to set another
place at the table.
*