"Aw man, I forgot the key. Ding Dong

The entire Diffy family…and Debbie Berwick appeared in the door.

Barbara Diffy was wearing a long red dress. Lloyd Diffy was wearing a red and green plaid sweater with tan pants. Debbie was wearing a pink skirt, pink tights and a fluffy pink sweater to go with it. And Pim was…well…Pim. She was wearing a black leather skirt and a rock shirt.

"Phil! Come in, come in, Keely, oh sweetheart that dress is beautiful on you." Mrs. Diffy spilled.

"Looking handsome there son." Mr. Diffy said.

Debbie squeaked.

"Aw, you and Phil look so cute together. Don't they Pim?" Debbie asked.

"Shut it Berwick." Pim replied.

"Pim, what did I say earlier?" Mrs. Diffy asked.

"Don't burn the house down while lighting those candles?" Pim recalled.

"Well, yes, but I also said be nice. Debbie is YOUR guest." Mrs. Diffy reminded her.

"MY guest! YOU invited her!" Pim yelled.

Mrs. Diffy stared at her. Pim sighed.

"Well, come on, come on. Dinner is just about ready." Mr. Diffy motioned them into the dining room.

Keely's eyes widened. The table was beautiful. Flowers and candles filled up any space not taken over by food. They all sat down around the table.

"Wow Mrs. Diffy. This looks really good." Keely complimented.

"Potatoes and corn." Keely said.

"And ham oh my!" Phil added in a little Wizard of Oz .

Pim rubbed her hands together.

"And for dessert…" She said in an evil way.

"Rich and creamy double fudge chocolate cake and ice cream. In a cone!" Mrs. Diffy said.

"Really Mrs. Diffy. You have out done yourself." Debbie piped up.

"Thank you Debbie."

"Well, let's stop yappin' and get to grubbin'!" Mr. Diffy yelled. Everyone stared at him.

"Dad, don't say grubbing again." Phil said.

"Well then let's eat!" He said.

"And remember. Don't stuff yourself. You need room to be able to eat dessert." Mrs. Diffy added.

Everybody grabbed for everything. The dinner was nearly an hour and a half long. They just talked and ate and talked and ate. At one point, Pim got annoyed with Debbie and put a potato in her drink because Debbie went on and on about loving potatoes so much, Pim thought she would like some "Potato Juice". For that, Pim now had to help with the dishes. The dinner came to an end.

Mrs. Diffy came out of the kitchen holding up knives. Mr. Diffy came out behind her pushing a tray with a giant chocolate cake on it. Everybody's mouths were watering. Just watching the cake sit there.

"Keely, would you like to do the honors?" Mrs. Diffy asked, holding out the knives to her.

"Sure." Keely got up and walked around to the cake. Mrs. Diffy handed her a knife. Keely held it up in the air and glanced in Phil's direction.

"Merry Christmas Everyone." She toasted. Everyone picked up their forks and raised them.

"Merry Christmas." They said in a harmonious tone. Phil smiled. Watching Keely. In her gorgeous dress. It was shimmering and sparkling in the candle light.

Keely sliced the cake. The knife went through it so smoothly. The cake was rich and moist. It was so rich, that the only person who got through more then one piece was Pim. She covered it in powered sugar.

Debbie walked in from the kitchen holding two things of ice cream, a scooper and a pack of cones. Cake cones if I'm not mistaken.

"Who wants ice cream?" Debbie said in her common, high pitched, happy tone.

Everyone but Mr. And Mrs. Diffy raised their hand. Phil leaned over to Keely.

"So are you sick of this yet?" Phil asked playfully.

"Not even quite Phil. Not. Even. Quite." She smiled. Which reflected off Phil.

"Keely, what kind do you want? Chocolate or vanilla?" Mrs. Diffy asked.

"Chocolate."

Mrs. Diffy scooped out the ice cream and gave it to Keely.

"I want vanilla!" Pim yelled.

"You have to do dishes first." Her mom said.

"What! Come on!" Pim roared.

"It's okay Mom. I'll help." Phil offered.

"Phil, you don't have to." His mom told him.

"No no. Now, Pim can have more time with Debbie." Phil said deviously.

"What!" Pim bellowed. Debbie grabbed her arm.

"Oh. This is going to be so much fun." She squeaked.

Pim had a desperate expression on her face.

"Keely, you can stick around or sit somewhere while I help clean up."

"Cool." She replied.

Keely walked into the family room. She was amazed at the sight. The fire was going, lighting up the room. A massive pine tree, decorated with lights and all different sorts of knick-knacks took up half of the wall to her left. Presents surrounded the tree. She sat down on the couch and ate her ice cream. A few minutes later, Phil appeared behind her.

"Done your ice cream already? You took your hair down too." Phil said

Keely looked for the voice. She turned around.

"What? Oh, yeah, I also took off my shoes." She explained.

She held up her feet. Phil walked around to the front of the couch and flopped down next to her, licking his vanilla ice cream.

"So how's the night been for ya?" Phil asked.

"Remarkable." She said, looking over at him. Phil gave her a goofy smile.

"What?" She asked joyfully.

"Oh nothing." He said and went back to licking his ice cream.

"What?" Keely playfully hit him.

"You have ice cream on your face." He said.

"I do? Where?"

"There." Phil dabbed her nose with his cone. Putting a smudge of vanilla ice cream on it.

"Hey! You." Keely looked down at her nose, making her cross eyed.

"Phil, it's cold." Keely mumbled at him.

"Okay okay." Phil went forward to lick it off her nose.

"Phil!" She raised her hands to stop him and started laughing.

"But you look so tasty." Phil protested.

"Fine." He said.

He unwrapped the napkin from his cone and slowly wiped it across her nose. Phil gazed into her eyes. Keely smiled at him and Phil returned it.