Disclaimer: Not Jo, as she has her characters bustling round happily instead of angst-ily as the first day of Christmas Holiday arrives.


Chapter 24- Mistletoe Mischief Managed

He stood looking up at the clump of mistletoe. A blonde with misty blue eyes and a sweet smile stood by his side. The boy glanced down. His lips curved as she said with subtle humor, "I don't think we have to worry about Nargles infesting that." He bent his head and softly kissed her on the lips. Instantly, the blonde transformed into a freckle-faced girl with fiery hair. Her brown eyes and smile were distant one moment and friendly the next. Hesitantly, he lowered his mouth to hers. She stiffened, and then relaxed into the kiss. Immediately, the girl's form shifted into that of a woman with hair and eyes the color of midnight. Full red lips smiled seductively. She murmured, "Happy Christmas". Blood pounding, he eagerly returned and then deepened the kiss.

"Harry! Are you alright? Harry, wake up, mate...you're having a...er...dream. Wake up!"

Opening his eyes, Harry's heart raced as he squinted at the blurry face of his best friend. Round glasses were thrust at him by a large freckled hand. Fingers shaking, the boy awakened so abruptly slid the spectacles on and frowned at the face now seen clearly, "What? What are you shouting for?"

Ron flushed with embarrassment and looked away before saying awkwardly,

"I didn't want you to wake up Seamus and Dean. They'd have told the whole House about it. Sorry if I...erm...disturbed you."

Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Harry ran his hands through his hair, making it stand even more on end. Stretching, he said, "No...no, mate...thanks...uh...I didn't say anything, did I?"

Ron felt his cheeks heating again. Should he tell his friend that he'd groaned, 'Lorelei'? What if Harry didn't remember...wouldn't it be better if they both just pretended that it had never happened? Sure it would. Merlin knew if he muttered a girl's name he'd want his mate to keep quiet about it. Shaking his head no, Ronald suddenly froze. An awful thought crossed his mind. He had to know. "Eh, Harry...I've...never done that, have I...said anything, I mean- in my dreams?" The youth was relieved when the other boy shook his head vigorously and said he'd never heard a thing.

Walking back to his own bed, Ron looked at the clock. It was still early. Climbing underneath the covers again, his eyes closed- then opened rapidly as another thought struck. If he'd lied to Harry about talking in his sleep- had Harry lied to him? Deciding to hope for the best and not think about the worst, he asked the boy climbing out of his own warm bed, "You're not going back to sleep?"

"NO!"

Realizing he'd been a bit too emphatic, Harry stretched his lips into a smile and added, "No, I'm...awake now. I think I'll go wander around until breakfast." Ron was gazing speculatively at him as he grabbed a thick jumper and the rest of the clothes to wear for the trip to London later and headed for the bathroom, but thankfully his friend just nodded and went back to sleep. A shower later, the boy whose black hair was tamed into semi-tidiness quietly opened the chamber door and went downstairs.

A bushy-haired girl was sitting on one of the sofas, staring into the fireplace with an opened book on her lap. Not feeling up to a chat, Harry tried to silently move toward the door without attracting his friend's attention. He should've known it wouldn't work. 'Mione was way too observant. The-Boy-Who-Wanted-To-Take-A-Walk and think about disturbing dreams stopped in his tracks when he heard his name being called. Resigned to the coming conversation, he turned and walked over to the sofa.

Hermione gazed curiously at the teen fidgeting beside her. He looked the way she felt. Uncomfortable and...antsy... Harry was an active boy, and he obviously wanted to go for a walk and think about whatever was bothering him. She didn't want to intrude, but the sympathetic girl felt she had to ask,

"Is everything okay, Harry?"

Lips quirked and eyes glinted as her friend nodded and countered her question with a question of his own,

"What about you, you're up early...anything wrong?"

Her smile admired his use of the Gryffindor Quiddich motto- the best defense is a good offense. Wryly, she admitted, "Couldn't sleep, so I figured I'd come down and read a book." She noticed his gaze flicker to the text that was still opened to the first page and returned his level stare. If he said one word about it, she would be more than happy to ask prying questions of her own.

Shaking his head as if to say, 'I'm not asking anything', Harry rose and told her he'd see her in the Hall later at breakfast. Watching as the portrait hole closed behind the friend who kept so much to himself, Hermione wished her EQ was as high as her IQ. Emotional areas were so hard to deal with. The dream she'd had which woke her up and made her heart pound so hard there wasn't a hope of returning to sleep was one example.

In her sleeping vision, she'd been sitting on Father Christmas' lap, too afraid to say what she really wanted him to bring her. The jolly man had patiently listed one thing after another- world peace, defeat of the Dark Lord, a good hair day, all the books she could ever read- but she'd turned them all down. Finally, the man who also went by the name St. Nicholas had elves bring out a tall red-haired boy. One of her roommates, Mina, had shaken her awake, telling her to stop yelling, 'Yes, that's what I want for Christmas!' for Cripes sake. Mortified by the snickering of the other girls, Hermione had hurriedly gathered her things and slunk off to shower. Now, she considered trying to read again, but chose instead to stare into the flames...they were such a lovely shade of red.

Wandering the corridors of Hogwarts aimlessly, Harry felt like a ghost. He wondered if anyone ever saw him for who he really was.

"Harry...you're up early."

Turning his head swiftly, the teen watched Lorelei approach from a side corridor and said quietly,

"So are you."

In a hooded black coat trimmed in fur, the professor smiled in a way that reminded the teen uncomfortably of his dream. Trying not to blush, he was surprised by the woman's response.

"Yes, Hagrid's invited me to watch him release an animal back into the Forbidden Forest this morning. Would you care to accompany us?"

Well, he had planned to walk without aim or purpose some more, but since she asked so nicely.

"Sure"

The woman reached out a slender hand to gently touch his sleeve.

"I don't think this is quite warm enough. If you'd like, I could transfigure your jumper into something more suited to the weather."

He nodded agreeably. She asked him to envision the garment he'd most like and waved her wand while saying a short chant. Looking down, he grinned to see a long, black, dragon-hide coat. His trainers were now dragon-hide boots.

"Ace...can I keep them?"

She nodded amusedly. The professor tugged on her gloves while she waited for him to button his coat and pull on gloves and a cap found in a pocket. Together, they walked out a side entrance toward Hagrid's Hut, smiling at their visible breath and enjoying the clear, cold morning. The half-giant grinned widely to see them. After enveloping Lorelei in a hug that lifted her off the floor, he exclaimed as they entered the home, surprised at its chilliness,

"Harry! Yer comin' along to the Forest this mornin'?"

"If you don't mind..."

Dragging on a shaggy overcoat, Hagrid shook his head,

"Now why would I be mindin'...I'm chuffed to see ya, boy...Ye'll be leavin' for the break, an' I'm that pleased fer ya, but I'll be missin' yer mug round here come Christmas."

"Thanks, Hagrid."

Wiping his teary eyes on the back of a sleeve, Harry's massive friend sniffed once and then said briskly,

"Aw, let's be off then."

In the corner beside the great bed, a white fawn lay on a bed of straw. Explaining to the watchers that the chilly temperature was to ensure an easy transition back into the deer's natural environment, the huge man bent and carefully removed the bandage around a slender foreleg. Wobbling to its feet, the fawn tottered and then steadily walked toward the pair by the door.

Hagrid picked up the animal, cautioning his friends not to touch the deer, 'so's its parents doan smell yer scent and reject their young 'un ', and headed toward the forest with long strides. Lorelei and Harry silently followed the half-giant into the forest as Hagrid followed a path that seemed to disappear behind them. Once inside the woods, the meager sunlight filtering through the canopy of trees and the lack of bird or insect sounds gave the ancient interior a feeling of hushed expectancy.

"Stand back aways an' be real quiet like."

Lorelei's arm brushed against Harry's as she leaned in to get a better view of the fawn being released. Instead of watching the animal sniffing the ground before toddling into the underbrush looking for its mother, the teen glanced sideways...to view the woman's face.

"Look, Harry, the doe and fawn are together again, aren't they beautiful?"

Behind round glasses, green eyes watched the professor's face glow while she watched the reunion,

"Yeah...beautiful."

Hastily averting his gaze when Hagrid rose up out of his crouch at the white deer's departure; Harry smiled at his friend and followed the professors back to the Hut. Following a cup of tea stirred with the enchanted spoon, and the teen opening a gift from Hagrid- a book on Seeker Strategy that Harry had been wanting- the gentle giant bid his young friend a 'Happy Holiday' and waved the pair on their way back to the castle. As they climbed the steps, she asked,

"Are you looking forward to the Holidays?"

The teen nodded, "Sure. The Burrow is a great place to visit. The Weasleys are the best...we play games all the time...even Quidditch."

Melodic laughter rang out.

"Quiddich...the meaning of life..."

The sheepish smile on Harry's face faded as he looked up and saw the ball dangling from the lintel of the doorway they were now standing under. He stood frozen as the woman glanced up, smiled and moved closer. Soft lips pressed against his cheek. His gloved hand rose to the spot that still felt warm. He repeated the departing woman's words back to her.

"Happy Christmas."

While Harry made his way to the Great Hall, Ron and Hermione sat together at the Gryffindor Table, picking at their breakfasts. The youngest Weasley boy could usually eat enough for two or three housemates, but this morning his stomach felt tied in knots. He'd not realized that he wouldn't be seeing 'Mione over the break until she'd told him that her parents were taking her on a ski trip. Stabbing a bite of scrambled egg viciously, Ron remembered something that gave him hope and he asked, "What about New Year's...will you be back before New Year's Eve?"

The girl whose hair was slightly tamed by a combination of severe brushing and the copious use of elfish styling products glanced over and shook her head, "Sorry, we'll be back on New Year's Day, early morning." The infectious grin on Ron's face made her smile, "Why?"

"Uh...Ginny wants you to spend the night so you can celebrate with the family...we play games like mad on New Year's...right, Gin?"

Hermione turned to look at the girl on her other side. Ginny had been staring in the direction of the Slytherin Table for some reason. Maybe Zabini had been waving. The Gryffindor Prefect didn't really approve of the friendship that had developed between the two, but she couldn't say anything. The one time she'd tried, Gin had told her that if she didn't have anything against the other girl except jealousy over Ron's reaction to her, then the youngest Weasley didn't want to hear it. All Hermione had done was sputter a denial which Ginny had smirked at. Her closest friend outside Ron and Harry was smirking now while she looked at her brother and answered,

"Right...I'm in charge of making the mistletoe balls this year and you can tell me what you think of my creations. The boys shoot fireworks off at night, too. I really hope none of them turn out to be duds."

The siblings shared a look of understanding- the meaning of which escaped Hermione utterly. Harry's arrival in the Hall distracted everyone's attention as his coat and boots were admired and Ron asked,

"When'd you get them Harry?"

Her friend's explanation that he'd ordered them awhile ago didn't ring true to Hermione, since the teen had left the Common Room in a green jumper, and was only wearing a tee shirt now, but she let the matter drop and asked the reflective boy what he'd been doing since they'd talked.

"Went to Hagrid's, wished him a 'Happy Christmas'."

Ron would've asked Harry more questions, but somehow the dreamy look on his mate's face gave him the idea that he wouldn't like the answers. Sensibly, he kept quiet. His Holiday was looking good. Involuntarily, his eyes darted across to the Slytherin table. Blaise's smile widened when she caught his glance and winked at him before turning her attention back to some story Malfoy was telling his group of toadies. The freckled face lit up, feeling his hair being tugged sharply by 'Mione. She demanded,

"Did that girl just wink at you?"

Shaking his head innocently, Ron felt another sad thrill when once again slender fingers entwined in his hair and yanked- hard.


Sitting in an out of the way corner of the Hogwarts kitchen, Dobby tried not to give in to the urge to shake his inebriated friend until her teeth rattled. Winky had been singing 'Master's favorite Christmas song' all morning, and he was sick and tired of it. The house elf was already out of sorts because his favorite human in the whole world, the most wonderful Harry Potter was going away on Christmas break this year. Harry would be spending the holiday with friends, as was right and proper for a boy to do.

Dobby was happy for his friend Harry Potter. He was. The elf just wished his friend Winky was happy too. Maybe then it would not be a blue, blue, blue, blue Christmas... Closing his eyes, Dobby began to bang his noggin on the table to try and get that thrice accursed song out of his head.

"Dobby?"

Ceasing his cranial abuse, the elf whose eyes glowed an emerald green eerily similar to his idol's raised his hopeful head and turned to see that his Christmas wish had indeed come true. Harry Potter had come to see Dobby in Dobby's kitchen! Springing up from the table, the overjoyed creature rushed to The-Boy-Who-Was-So-Thoughtful and cried, "Harry Potter is coming to see Dobby! Now Dobby is so happy he is having a Harry Christmas!"

Modest as ever, Harry Potter tried to shush his bestest elfin friend so the other house elves wouldn't be so envious of Dobby's good fortune they locked him in a cupboard again.

"I just wanted to wish you a Happy Holiday, Dobby, and give you these."

Reaching out, Dobby cradled the mismatched socks against his chest like they were priceless treasures, which to him they were.

"Oh, Harry Potter is making Dobby so happy! Dobby is wishing Harry the happiest holiday ever!"

"Uh, thanks...I have a couple of favors to ask too...if it's not too much trouble..."

Assuring the boy that anything he wanted Dobby to do would be done, the large, round eyes widened in shock at his friend Harry's requests, but he asked no questions, simply nodding to the black-haired youth who was the nicest, kindest boy ever. After Harry grinned and promised to come back the moment he returned in January, the house elf waved and went back to sit beside his friend. Slipping an arm around Winky, who was swaying as she stood, he looked up and smiled at the mistletoe floating above. Kissing her cheek, he invited his friend to come pick any pair of socks out of his considerable collection.


In the lounge of Remus' flat, which also served as the dining room and the library, Tonks stretched out on the floor and tried to use wandless magic to levitate herself up to grab the enchanted ball of mistletoe floating near the ceiling. Her partner was reading an unfathomably enthralling book on Medieval Cosmetics ingredients as part of his research project for the Siren Corporation. She was bored and restless, and had already changed the color her hair six times since she'd Apparated in the garden below his flat a couple of hours ago.

Her body started to rise off the floor. Elated, she screeched, "Look at me, Baby!" and turned her head. Remus was looking at her- as his wand lifted her into the air. "Bollocks! I'll never do it!" Tonks grouched as she touched the floor again. The clock on the wall said eleven o'clock. The train had left Hogwarts for London. The children would be gone from school for weeks. She was relieved...elated...depressed.

"They'll be back before you know it."

Gentle brown eyes tried to reassure Christmas green that everything would be fine. She'd enjoy her break, once that separation anxiety had run its course. Her heart-shaped face looked sad. He tried to distract her,

"What do you think Snape and Lorelei are doing right now?"

His gambit was an unparalleled success.

"Oh my gods, I don't even want to think about it- I could go into shock and die...my heart can't take the strain of gory mental images...you don't think Snape actually sang 'Light my Fire' do you?"

Grinning wolfishly, Remus nodded, and set his book aside. Dropping down to the floor beside his scowling sweetheart, he leaned over to say, "Afraid so." Her eyes scrunched closed in misery...or was it envy? He decided to test his intriguing hypothesis. Lowering his head, he whispered in her ear,

"Would you like me to sing that song...for you?"

It was amazing how rapidly her orbs opened. Tonks sputtered,

"What? Do you actually think...did I ask...why would you...do you want to?"

Heroically restraining himself from howling with laughter, the man lowered his lean, muscular frame until his body brushed the woman's who was staring up at him so expectantly and obligingly sang. His lover reached up to halt his song with a passionate kiss before he'd finished the first chorus.


Standing beside McGonagall on the front steps of Hogwarts, the Headmaster waved goodbye to the last carriage of children departing for Christmas Break. He heard a slight sniff and smiled at his companion. The tip of her elegant nose was pink and her usually steely eyes were unusually misty. Gently, he reminded the Transfiguration Professor, "They'll only be gone a few short weeks, Minerva."

Unnecessarily smoothing her rigidly controlled hair, the embodiment of correct posture pursed her lips and replied icily,

"I am well aware of that Albus. Thank you for confirming the obvious."

Merry blue eyes twinkled at the rebuke. Minerva's green eyes flashing dangerously was an enchanting sight to behold. Nodding meekly, the wily wizard followed his colleague back into the entrance hall. Surreptitiously waving his wand, Dumbledore waited until the stern woman marched to the place he desired and reached out to halt her steps. The scorching glare her narrowed eyes gave his importuning hand caused the wizard's heart to skip a beat. Some things never changed. His twinkling gaze directed her attention toward the mistletoe floating above them.

Minerva peered sternly over her glasses at the man who thought he was so clever. Albus shamefully abused the mistletoe tradition every year- did he really think he'd taken her by surprise? Her nostrils flared as she suppressed a smile. Staring into the bright blue eyes that never changed, regardless of how many interesting lines time set into his features or the whiter and more distinguished his once auburn hair became, her own eyes softened in invitation. Dumbledore was like a wine that improved with age, and she didn't complain about a little dust on the bottle, so to speak. As long as she could take her time brushing it off, with her hands. Her lips curved,

"I've got eggnog and a cozy fire in my quarters. Why don't you come along and enjoy them with me?"

A small smile emerged at the Headmaster's expression- he looked like a little boy who'd just been offered the latest broomstick by Father Christmas. Pivoting, Minerva started walking briskly toward her chambers. Without turning, she added,

"Bring the mistletoe."


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Inside his dreary personal quarters, the Squib Filch was attempting to enjoy his respite from the eternal vigilance he and his beloved Mrs. Norris gave to keep the halls of Hogwarts free from the depredations of infernal children. The meager fire he allowed himself sputtered sullenly in the blackened hearth. His new tartan scarf warmed his neck almost as much as Mrs. Norris warmed his chest, where she lay napping.

Sitting with his feet up with a good friend and a bottle of firewhisky, Argus should've felt at peace with the world. Instead, something niggled at the back of his mind. Beautifully bulging eyes shined inquiringly up at him. Shaking his gray head, the caretaker replied, "I know, My Sweet, I know...we deserve the break even more than those pampered wizard brats."

Taking another swig, the man idly poked at a rip in his gray jumper and then waggled a foot to see a grayish toe peek out of the hole in a gray sock. A soft meow caused his protuberant eyes to look down. He frowned, "I'm trying to relax, My Dearest, I'm bloody trying my all buggery best to sit here like a bloke on the dole and enjoy my peace and bloody quiet!"

The cat hissed and in a lightning quick motion scratched the man's hand. He howled a stream of obscenities while Mrs. Norris yowled angrily. Springing off his chest, the feline padded to the door and meowed softly again.

Filch began to chuckle. The awful, greasy, phlegmatic sound delighted the cat, whose crooked tail began to twitch furiously. Levering himself out of the unappreciated comfy chair, the man's face smoothed out of its usual expression of bitterness and spite into something almost...happy. He told the cat, "You're a canny one, My Sweet...I'd almost forgotten how much mischief a handful of students can get up to. Vigilance must be constant, even though we have to leave our comforts and are never appreciated the way we deserve."

Opening the door, the man's shining eyes noticed that Peeves had placed mistletoe above his door again, the ruddy ectoplasmic bastard. An inquiring meow made Argus smile in a way that would've frightened anyone except his companion. Picking up the feline, Filch pressed a kiss to the furry cheek and whispered, "Let's go catch a wrongdoer and have us a Happy Christmas, My Precious."


Leaning his head back against the tiled wall, Severus considered himself to be a fortunate man. Smirking at the enchanted mistletoe currently bobbing near the ceiling, Snape allowed his eyes to close. He felt soft fingertips gently smoothing black strands away from his face. His lips curved when Lorelei remarked,

"Well, this holiday is certainly starting out happy."

Allowing her head to tilt to the side to view his face, she saw her sarcastic sweetie curl his lip before drawling,

"Happiness is- not having to teach dunderheads."

Poor Severus, he was so brilliant and ingenious when it came to potions and other nice things that she couldn't fathom why he didn't enjoy teaching. Dreamily, she speculated that maybe he did enjoy teaching- he just couldn't admit it because that would be considered conduct unbecoming to a Gothic Hero. She softly admitted,

"I'm going to miss my students as much as I'm going to enjoy the break from them- is that daft?"

The Potions Master felt her gaze, so he continued to rest his orbs and merely raised a satiric brow.

"Yes...fortunate for you, I'm partial to daft sirens."

His lips turned downward when his lover said,

"How about I scry and see what everyone's up to?"

Frankly, he couldn't care less and refused to watch, so he gave a mere shadow of a sneer and stayed where he was. The spiral-haired woman sat up in the bath. He could hear her chant something rapidly in Gaelic. Snape knew the water in the bath had become a surface upon which images played. Against his eyelids, he could almost see what Lorelei described aloud, as if he had one iota of interest.

"Oh my, the Prefects aren't looking very happy with Mr. Malfoy. I can't tell exactly what they're saying, but I believe he told off the Head boy."

The brief huff of laughter she heard encouraged Lorelei to scry another scene and tell about it too.

"Some of the first years are trying to decide if they want to play cards or practice carols. I hope they play cards...I've heard Lohan and Duff sing, and it's no joyful noise, let me assure you."

The slight ripple in the water revealed that her listener was enjoying himself. Good. Waggling her fingers, dark eyes saw a new scene and sighed,

"Aw, Boot and Zabini are so cute all cuddled up together. The friends on the other side of the compartment are looking very put out over the public affection, though. Well, let's move on...look at something else...oh...it's a compartment full of our favorite Gryffindors."

Only Lorelei would have the nerve to say 'our favorite Gryffindors'. Merlin knew that lot had no special place in Severus' heart. Growling, he uttered,

"What are they doing- burning me in effigy?"

Why the siren thought he was joking...

"Of course not, darling, just because you're the center of my world doesn't mean everyone else revolves around you too. They're just talking- the Weasley girl, Longbottom, Ms. Lovegood, and Harry."

As satisfying as it was to be told he was the center of her world, the other name she'd said so casually irritated worse than nails on a chalkboard. Striving to sound offhand, he said, "Harry? The other students are referred to by their last names, but Potter is Harry? How very interesting..."

Disturbing the water with her hand and ending the mystical connection, Lorelei turned her entire body. Severus' eyes were opened but narrowed and he had that look on his face again. The kind that appeared right before he made some "unwarranted attention" remark. Before she could do more than take a breath, he levered himself out of the water and yanked a towel off the nearby rack. Following suit, she watched him dry off and automatically did the same. The muscles flexing in his jaw were rather intimidating, as was the way he jerked on a robe and stalked out of the bathroom.

Slipping on her robe, Lorelei walked into the bedroom and found Severus by the enchanted window, staring out at the Forbidden Forest. Standing beside him, she looked into the face that appeared so cold and distant and said carefully, "Severus, I've used Harry's first name since practically the first day. The same way Hagrid, Tonks, Remus, Dumbledore, and lots of others do. That's not the problem. What is?"

Forcing his tone to remain unemotional, Severus stated while he continued to pretend to look out,

"Harry James Potter is my problem. Everyone thinks he's so bloody special. The Boy-Who-Lived, the hope of the Wizarding World, who can do no wrong, bend or break whatever rules he wants, recklessly endanger himself and everyone around him while receiving all the accolades and fame that I..."

Hearing the indrawn breath, Snape knew he had revealed far more than he'd intended. Stiffly, he waited for her reaction. She stood before him, reached up, caressed his cheek, looked into his eyes, and said,

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that life hasn't been fair, or turned out how you'd hoped or planned. I can't change anything; do anything except assure you that even though I think Harry is special, he could never begin to be as special or important as you are. I love you, Severus, only you."

His arms encircled her, pressed her tight against him as his body shook with emotions he found impossible to express. Every experience he'd ever had that he tried so hard to forget or atone for made him the man he was today. The man Lorelei loved. The man who loved her... If he didn't receive any recognition for his efforts from anyone else, perhaps it would be enough that she knew, and thought him a hero- albeit a Gothic one.

Lying next to Lorelei in the dark, Severus lay with his head cradled against her softness and felt peace wash over his battered soul as gentle fingers stroked his hair. Softly, he said,

"Yo te amo."

His lover caught her breath, and then relaxed with a heartfelt sigh. Drifting off into sleep, his lips curved when she murmured in reply,

Te amo a ti."


A/N: Remembered enough Espanol to know adding redundant prepositional pronouns adds emphasis. So Snape is saying,' I love you ' and Lorelei telling him, 'I love you'...appreciate your stresses and tones of voice ye olde English speakers you! lol.

I freely admit I went a bit wacky with the mistletoe theme (I remembered the Marauder's map spell and it took off from there) and with letting practically everyone in the castle have a POV. Couldn't help it- Christmas is the season for giving- Ho-Ho-Ho! I love Elvis' Blue Christmas, so I had to throw that in. Take some time out of your busy life and give the gift of a Review please...it'll be a Blue Christmas without you:)