The line was long, filled with parents and kids waiting to see the jolly old elf. Holiday music could be heard over the people shopping.

Silver bells, silver bells, it's Christmas time in the city

Little Emma Geller Green was two. She had beautiful blonde hair that had a red velvet ribbon in it. Nervously her mother combed her hair. Her dress matched her ribbon and was a gift from her Aunt Monica and Uncle Chandler. Her father was trying to work a video camera. Unfortunately, he wasn't having much success with it.

"Rach, smile, I am still trying to get this damn thing to work." Ross mumbled as he tried to focus the camera. He held the camera and was still getting no picture.

"Hon please this is Emma's first Christmas…" Rachel smiled.

"Um sweety, It's her second Christmas," Ross gently reminded her.

"I know , but she was so young then," Rachel said as she put in her little pearl earrings, a gift from her Aunt Amy. Rachel retied her hair and straightened her dress. "Getting a picture now? Hon.she asked.

Ross was finally able to see Rachel. Just the most beautiful picture he could see. Emma's second Christmas, it was so hard to believe his little angel was going on three now. It was such a warm picture mother and daughter, a picture that belonged on a Christmas card. Now the man who could have a holiday card, three years ago that was out of the question.

The helper came over and brought the young couple over to Santa Claus. Emma clung on to her daddy as they climbed the steps for Emma's first visit to Santa.

"Ho Ho.. And who is this? Said the jolly elf

Now that the camera was working, Rachel was holding it.

"This is Emma, Emma that 's Santa Claus, just go and tell him what you want for Christmas. If you tell him what you want , he might just bring it to you .okay?" Ross carefully handed his daughter to the helper, being careful not to go too far. Emma kept looking back over at her father as she was handed over to sit on this stranger's lap.

"Go ahead Emma it's alright." assured Ross.

Santa said, "So your name is Emma. You are very pretty Emma. Tell Santa what you want. Have you been good this year ?"

Emma turned her face away from the big man. Ross bent down to talk to her "Em, it's alright tell him what you want for Christmas. Daddy is right here and Mommy's taking our picture for Nana and Pop Pop Geller, and Poppi and Yaya Green. Wave sweetie, hi, "

Rachel waved from her position as camera person at Emma, "Emma wemma , smile and tell Santa what you want." Rachel cooed.

"If I could have anything I want, Santa, Mommy and Daddy all the time with Emma." Emma said as she lovingly looked at her parents.

Rachel put down the camera and a tear came to her eye. Ross pursed his lips and looked at the ground. This was the Christmas wish of a little girl who was tired of being moved from house to house. The original reason they didn't want to get back together was for this child

And the damage if they broke up again. Ross had been looking for a sign this seemed to be that sign.

"Emma Santa will see what he can do, okay. Here I hope you have a Merry Christmas." the Macy's Santa said. He also was truly touched by the simple wish of a little girl who would probably get all the toys she wanted. All she wanted for Christmas was to have a family.

As Ross and Rachel held Emma's hand they couldn't help to look at each other. Each of them had the same thought. She smiled sweetly at him as if to say that I understand. It was as if they had been together for so long , they now knew what the other was thinking. He shyly looked at her and then looked at the floor. They had been together, then apart, they were friends then lovers, married now divorced, By getting off that Paris flight, it was very clear where they stood.

Rachel walked along and then in a store window, she spotted a sprig of mistletoe.

"Look honey, there's mistletoe, " she exclaimed.

"Without even thinking, Ross immediately leaned over and began to kiss her. It was one of those kisses to be remembered. He unleashed the full force of his love for this woman as he pressed his lips to her soft full ones. She loved to be kissed by him. She could still remember sneaking into her and Monica's in the afternoon and just sitting on the couch and making out. He would playfully push her down and then they would just kiss the afternoon away. He always started by brushing full lips to hers, until like a symphony the kiss would reach a crescendo. God she lived for those kisses and she missed them when they ended.

Rachel sat on the edge of their bed. She wondered how the subject would be brought up. It was not going to be a topic for debate or would be ignored. She stared at the door, waiting for him to come in.

Ross entered the bedroom and opened their dresser. He put on an NYU t shirt and a pair of lounge pants. He walked over to the bed and sighed before he sat down. She wondered if he would bring it up or would she have to do it.

"Ross?" she asked nervously.

"Yes," he answered acting like it wasn't a major deal.

"Cute what Emma said tonight huh?" she giggled to take the pressure off.

"Yeah out of the mouths of babes." he chuckled, knowing where the conversation was headed and trying to divert it at all costs.

Rachel looked up at the ceiling and then over at her boyfriend, "Ross, are we ever going to be in the same place?"

Ross looked over at Rachel. He had an answer to that , but she was going to have to wait until Christmas to find out.

Next: Rachel's First Hannukkah....