Shout Outs

Chrissy: Danny's Grandma is a little on the eccentric side, so you can expect her to be jumping in and out of coherence.

Laureate: I'm glad your cats like my story. I'm even more happy that you like it. And I updated again fast, like you asked.

Raliena: I know how sister's are, mine is a huge computer hog too.

Ravyn Nyte: Why thank you! I'm glad you thought my stories were good. I think you're the first person that said they liked Arcane better than Danny. Anyway, as far as the robots go, use them to your heart's content, I'm not planning on using them anytime soon. Can't wait to read your story!

Dragonet: Jingle Bells thanks you! You can have his plushie *gives Jingle Bells plushie*

Rogue77: It's a little like that…Except Samson is already dead.  So she's just crazy. Here! *gives Jingle Bells plushie* Now you can see him all the time.

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"And this is Harold—"

"Damn! Your kids get uglier every year!" The old man grumbled as he pushed me aside with his cane. Grandma just laughed.

"Oh that Harold, always making jokes."

"Um…right."

"Danny, dear, why the funny look?"

"My name is Danny now?"

"Hasn't it always been? Are you coming down with a fever?" She pressed the palm of her hand against my head. "Seems flat enough. You know, you can tell when people are sick if their foreheads swell. That, and if they're getting too full of themselves. If the forehead is caved in, it means they're stupid."

"Yeah…I can see the logic, Grandma." I said while trying to keep a laugh from bursting out of my mouth. See, it's times like these that scare my younger siblings. I think it's hilarious. 

"And this is Anne. She's a little paranoid—"

"Stop talking about me behind my back!" The elderly woman shrieked, surprising a couple old men that were playing cards. One man shook his head in exasperation.

"She standing right in front of you, Anne."

"You're all plotting against me!"

"Uh…Grandma, these people…"

"Aren't they a scream?"

"…yeah….."

Grandma has always made friends with more…eccentric people.

"That girl's gonna like this song!" One of the old men cackled as he turned up the radio.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

She'd been drinkin' too much egg nog,
And we'd begged her not to go.
But she'd left her medication,
So she stumbled out the door into the snow.

When they found her Christmas mornin',
At the scene of the attack.
There were hoof prints on her forehead,
And incriminatin' Claus marks on her back.

Grandma go run over by a reindeer,
Walkin' home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

Now were all so proud of Grandpa,
He's been takin' this so well.
See him in there watchin' football,
Drinkin' beer and playin' cards with cousin Belle.

It's not Christmas without Grandma.
All the family's dressed in black.
And we just can't help but wonder:
Should we open up her gifts or send them back?

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walkin' home from our house Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

Now the goose is on the table
And the pudding made of pig.
And a blue and silver candle,
That would just have matched the hair in Grandma's wig.

I've warned all my friends and neighbors.
Better watch out for yourselves."
They should never give a license,
To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walkin' home from our house, Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.

"That's great…Mel." I stared at him as he laughed to himself. In actuality, I love that song, but it really wasn't appropriate. Or it wouldn't be, if Grandma hadn't been singing along at the top of her lungs.

Like myself, she lacks a diva voice.

I looked to my side and discovered my Grandmother wasn't there. She'd wandered off to play cards with the two old men. They were always playing cards.

"Ha! Twenty-one!"

"I though we were playing go fish…."

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Arcane swore a few more dire curses under his breath as he slammed the hood of his car down.

"It figures you would die around here. Are you trying to tell me something? Why Kentucky?!"

The car, as can be expected, did not answer.

Arcane grumbled some more and started down the road. He'd have to move fast if he was going to get to town before another snow storm hit.

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Niiice……Alright, don't all crowd around, Jingle Bells is here.

*snurkle*

What was that? YOU WANNA FIGHT?

A few neighs echoed around as the two stallions glared at each other.

"Behave you two. Be friends."

Jingle Bells doesn't need to be friends with that track hog!

Takes one to know one!

"Well, you the girl with the horse? Oh, he's a fine looking animal…Danny?"

"Hiya! How are you Ruth?"

"Good! I didn't know you were in town. When did you get here?"

"Couple days ago."

Ruth is the owner of Golden Oak stables. Never mind that there were no oaks to speak of around her stable. She's a middle aged woman, homely, but really nice.

"Girl, you have to be the weirdest kid I know. I remember when you got lost for an entire week in the mountains, drove your momma crazy with panic, only to toddle down the other side. How old were you?"

"Ten."

"And how old are you now?"

"Sixteen."

"Trying to make a new record? Last time I checked, Kansas was snowed in where your parents live."

"Ahh….well, I have a great explanation for that."

"What?"

"Do you remember last time?"

"You wanted to talk to the squirrels."

"Darn. Would you believe me if I told you I was running a marathon?"

"On a horse?"

"Why do people keep asking that?" I wondered.

"In the snow?"

"Details."

"…You strange little child."

"I got lost in the mountains because I wanted to talk to squirrels for a week and you're just now figuring this out?"

"Point taken. So what's with this fella?"

"This is Jingle Bells, and he wants to stay here. I'd like to place him in your very capable hands."

"You're giving me the horse?"

"Better than my last Christmas gift."

"The empty toilet paper roll potpourri ornament?"

"Aww….you remembered."

"Yeah…that was interesting."

"Don't knock my creative ability." I defended.

"I wasn't. Alright, Mr. Jingle Bells, welcome to Golden Oak stables."

Glad to be here. Thanks Dan girl, I owe you one.

"No problem." I murmured.

"What was that?" Ruth called as she led jingle Bells to a stall and rubbed him down.

"Nothing. Hey, Ruth, I have to go."

"So soon?"

"Yeah. I'll see you around sometime, alright? It was great seeing you again!"

"Okay. Thanks, Dann!"

"Welcome! Bye!"

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"Here Grandma. Coffee."

"Did you make it?"

"I don't know how to make coffee, Grandma. The nurse made it." I explained as I put the cup in front of her.

"The Nurse? The Head nurse? She hates me! Its something horrible, I know it. Quick, switch it with hers! We'll get her yet!"

"Grandma…you are being ridiculous."

"Don't tell me that! I know it's true!"

"…right. Coffee?" I pointed to the mug in front of her.

"Oh thank you dear." She drank the coffee. I just shook my head. This sort of thing happened all the time.

"Two days till Christmas!" Someone on the radio blared. A few people cheered. A few looked downcast. Grandma never looked happier.

"Oh I love the holidays, don't you?" She chirped.

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