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I included some information that I used in my first fanfic about Kandy, titled "How We Got To Where We Are".

So this is a Kandy Chrismukkah fic where Sandy and Kirsten come to some realizations about themselves as they exchange gifts. This chapter leads into the fluff, just so you know. Please let me know what you think. I tried to describe exactly how the dialogue would sound if it were said aloud and also tried really hard to describe what the characters are doing as they say the dialogue. Tell me if you enjoy any particular part or line of the fic, and please review. Thanks J

After the Chrismukkah festivities at the Wheelers', Sandy and Kirsten went home, relieved that the day was finally over. They headed up into their bedroom, Kirsten only to be reminded of the mess she had made earlier.

"Sandy, this reminds me," she said looking down at the broken vase on the floor, "of the conversation, or lack of a conversation I had with my dad earlier. I can't believe him! I just…I just don't know what to do…if I could ever speak to him again."

Sandy came up behind Kirsten and turned her to face him. "Honey, don't say that. You'll speak to him again. But don't think about it tonight. You're going to drive yourself nuts.

Ignoring Sandy's advice to stop thinking about it, Kirsten went on, "I don't know Sandy. What do you think I should do? I mean there's our Christmas party coming up next weekend. I'm going to see him there. It's just going to be weird. What am I going to say?"

Frustrated, Sandy said, "I don't know honey. This is between you and him. You're going to have to deal with him sooner or later, considering you are working for his company…or wife's company."

"Don't remind me Sandy. We still haven't pulled The Newport Group together yet. Things are still questionable. We might not be able to get this company headed in the right direction. Then what? I'm out of a job. I don't know what to do about anything anymore, Sandy," Kirsten said hopelessly as she head to the dresser to start undressing.

Seeing that Kirsten needed some comforting Sandy quickly said, "Oh baby yes you do. Look how far you've taken the company from where your dad left it. You got the top clients to resign their contracts. You got three big deals. You increased profits 5 in 6 months."

"Yeah but Julie helped with all that too," Kirsten said frustrated.

"Honey come on, we all know you're the one who's in charge of the company, you're just hiding in Julie's shadow."

Kirsten smiled faintly. She knew her husband was trying so hard to make her forget about the problems she was dealing with, and instead focus on relaxing with him.

"Now come on, lets forget about your dad, work, everything else tonight. Let's just focus on us. You know you still never told me what you want for Chrismukkah."

"You're right, we never told each other what we wanted. What do you want?"

"I asked you first," Sandy replied teasingly as he turned Kirsten around to face him, giving her a kiss on the lips.

"I don't know. Maybe just a peaceful Newport Group party with no big commotions from anyone? That'd be really nice."

"Aww but you know the odds of that happening? I can't control your dad, Julie, our kids, anyone else. Come on, think harder."

"Umm…well…there is this one designer suit I've been looking at for work that you could get me. If you want I'll take you to South Coast Plaza tomorrow to show you, since you're pretty bad at finding things for me on your own."

"I am not!" Sandy said smiling.

"Oh yes you are!" Kirsten replied, her voice starting to sound happier now as she joked with him. "Remember when I asked you for a tennis bracelet last year? You actually gave me with a bracelet that had a tennis charm on it. I mean I love playing tennis, but come on Sandy," she said laughing.

"So you're telling me you didn't want a tennis bracelet?"

"I did silly, just not that kind. But don't get me wrong I loved your gift. While we're there I'll show you what a tennis bracelet is."

"Okay, tomorrow it is. Show me exactly what you want."

"What do you want, Sandy?"

"Honestly?" he asked her shyly.

"Yeah," Kirsten replied, wondering what he wanted.

"Well actually, umm…and honey please don't take this the wrong way…but…umm…I…I'd really like to go back to Berkeley for a day and relive our college days. You know…you'd be like the Kirsten I met at Berkeley…just for a day."

"What?" Kirsten asked.

"It's just that over the years we kind of changed and are different than we were back then. Well I didn't change too much but you did, and I'd just like to see you act like you used to for a day."

A bit hurt, Kirsten replied, "Sandy what are you saying? That I changed? And if I did, that you don't like who I am now?"

Realizing that Kirsten was taking this the wrong way, Sandy said, "Baby I'm not saying that, I'm just saying that it'd be nice if we acted like college kids for just one day and had some fun again."

"Are you saying we don't have fun now?" Kirsten asked, even more hurt.

"Well its just that we are so focused on work and all these parties, galas, Newpsie events, and other things it just seems that we don't ever let loose anymore."

"Why didn't you tell me this?" she asked quietly, hurt in her voice.

"Kirsten, I love our life. I'd just like to go back to Berkeley for a day and see you act like you used to."

"I can't believe you'd ask me to do that! What does that say about me now? This is what you want as your present, and a present is something a person asks for because they want, so apparently you want me to change, whether it be for a day or for good!"

"No I don't Kirsten! Come on, you're jumping to conclusions!"

"You brought it up! So what exactly did you want me to change Sandy, huh? My hair, my clothes, my job, what? What is it that you don't like about me?"

"Just forget it Kirsten. I'm sorry I brought it up," Sandy said defeated, walking back over to the other dresser to get out some pajamas.

Kirsten turned around as her husband said that, hearing the defeat and frustration in his voice, seeing him look so sad with his shoulders down and a look of disgust on his face. Quietly she said, "I just…I just want to know what you want to change about me Sandy, even if its something you want me to change just for a day. Maybe I didn't realize I changed. Tell me."

"Kirsten I don't want you to change. I love you the way you are. I love who you've become. I mean look at you. Look at how beautiful you are, how successful you are. You're perfect, Kirsten I just thought it'd be fun to act like kids again. You know, escape our mature lives for a day."

"How have I changed since Berkeley?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yeah."

"Well, the Kirsten I knew would never wear such an uptight outfit," he began, pulling on her blouse that was tucked into her dress pants, "She'd wear a skimpy rock band tee shirt," he said as he lifted her shirt up to reveal her stomach, "and low bell-bottoms, show her tattoo, have wild colored hair."

"I almost forgot I have a tattoo," she said smiling faintly.

"And not to knock the gifts you want, but the Kirsten I knew would never ask for an expensive suit or a fancy bracelet. She's want concert tickets, more beer, a new tattoo, anything but uptight work clothes."

She started to blush. She knew Sandy was right. She would never ask for these kinds of gifts back in college. Nor would she ever think twice about what people thought her. As she started to realize this, Sandy went on, "And more importantly, the Kirsten I knew made sure she had fun. Remember every weekend? Now those were parties. Not these fancy Newpsie fashion shows."

"I remember them," she said nodding her head.

"I'm just looking for one night with the wild girl who caught my eye," he said grabbing hold of her hands.

"If we had never met each other, would I have caught your eye now? Like if you happened to meet me at a party like we met back then."

"Honestly…I don't know…I mean you're beautiful, but truthfully I'd be a little intimidated by you, but that doesn't matter anymore, Kirsten, because I love you."

"And I love you." she said, still thinking that Sandy wanted her to change for more than just one day.

That night she thought about her life in Berkeley compared to her life in Newport. She came to the conclusion that she really did change. A while ago when Sandy was trying to convince her to let Ryan stay, he mentioned that she'd never become her parents. Sure enough, here she was following in their footsteps. And it hadn't just started recently. She'd been following in their footsteps for a long time. She couldn't remember exactly when she started changing, but she now realized that for all these years she's been hiding her true self inside. Maybe Sandy only wanted her to change for one day, but she decided that she would make some changes to preserve some of her and Sandy's ideals from their college days.

She turned around to wrap her arms around Sandy and smiled. She had an idea. Boy, was he going to be surprised with what she had in store for him. He wanted a day with the Kirsten he first met at Berkeley, and she assured herself that her husband would get just what he wanted, and then some.