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"Paris, you and Hales should set up some play dates for Jamie and Elizabeth." Rory looked at the two little girls walking hand in hand toward them.

"Yeah. I'll call you, Aunt Paris, and set up a time." Haley said, jumping into the role of mother.

"That would be great."

"I would really love to see Jess again. I mean it has been FOREVER since he was in Stars Hollow." Rory said.

"Rory, he was in Stars Hollow two weeks ago."

"Well, he is my favorite cousin and like my best friend in the entire world. 2 weeks SEEMS like forever."

"Hey, what do you think about setting up a Christmas vacation. We could all go to Vermont or somewhere snowy and do some skiing, tubing, and snowboarding. It would be lots of fun." Rory suggested.

"I'm all for it. Why not do Christmas in Vermont rather than Stars Hollow."

"Great. I'll tell Mom about it. We could go as soon as the girls get out of school and stay through New Year's." Rory said.

"Great. Just give me a call when you get the specifics worked out."

"Sure. Bye Paris. Bye Lizzie." Rory hugged Paris and then Elizabeth.

"Bye, Ror, Haley, Jamie."

"Bye Aunt Rory. Bye Haley. Bye Jamie." Elizabeth let her mother lead her to the car.

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*3 MONTHS LATER*

"SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOOOOOOW!" Lorelai sung as they got out of the cab that brought them from the airport to the lodge they were staying at. She had watched White Christmas two zillion times since she found out they were going to Vermont for Christmas.

3 more cabs pulled up behind them.

"Big family you got here." The cab driver said.

"Yeah, big family." Luke rolled his eyes as he got out of the car.

Out of the first cab came Luke, Lorelai, Richard, and Emily. The second cab had 3 kids and two parents tumbling out. The people were Dave and Lane, and Christopher, Caitlyn, and Cordelia Rogowski, ages 9, 8, and 6.

The third cab produced Rory, Paris, Haley, Elizabeth, and Jamie. And finally, out of the fourth cab came Jess, Sean, Sean's very pregnant wife Faith, Emma, and Dill.

The women, all except Emily, made a mad dash for the huge house they had rented, which left the five men to get all of the luggage that 19 people, 12 of which were women, had brought on a two week trip to a snow lodge. You can guess that it took quite a while.

Everyone settled into the 10 bedroom house. The large group didn't even fill the 10 rooms because no one wanted to room alone, so they shared the large rooms among two or three people.

"Who wants to do some skiing?" Dillon said energetically.

"How about some sleep." Emma mumbled. The families were pulled from their beds at a very early hour in order to get to the lodge by 11, but that also meant a severe lack of sleep.

"Emma. Please." Luke said.

"Pop-pop, I didn't go to sleep until like 3 am."

"Yeah, Luke, we need some sleep." Rory's eyes were getting heavy.

"Why in the world did you go to bed at three o'clock in the morning?" Emily asked, appalled.

"Emily, anyone related to Lorelai Gilmore does not understand the concept of packing during daylight." Luke said.

"Oh. Well she certainly didn't get that from us." Richard said.

"Sleep. Bed. Calling. Bed calling. Lorelai! Lorelai!" Lorelai said as she followed Rory, Emma, Haley, Lane, and Faith up the stairs.

"Let's have a party nap!" Those were the last words heard as Lorelai disappeared up the steps.

"Yes, they will definitely get a lot of sleep." Emily said.

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"Let's go get some dinner." Rory led the way to the main lodge. It was a huge building that had a dining room, a library, a game room, and common room, check-in, and 5 floors of hotel style rooms.

"Hi. Tables for 19 please." The guy looked shocked.

"We can spread out." She said, smiling.

The large group sat down to wait for their tables.

"What do you mean booked? I made reservations 6 WEEKS AGO! This is abominable!" A voice carried across the open area.

Rory looked over to see a middle aged man with blonde hair and a solid frame standing at the desk. Judging by his handsome luggage and his nice clothing, he obviously had money. Next to him were two little blonde girls who looked to be around 5.

The man spun around and put his hand on his forehead, and the quick glimpse told Rory exactly who it was.

"Paris! That's Tristan!" Rory said.

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END PART 5! lol you like? I think I like. It is DEFINITELY going to get interesting. I promise!

3 Abby