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Hey, it's Mitsuko again. This was supposed to be published for Christmas, but I didn't get a chance to 'cause my stupid bastard of a cousin, Yuhiru, hogged the computer (yes, on Christmas Eve, the time of giving!) and didn't write shit even when she had it to herself for what, 2 hours? So yeah...Happy Belated Christmas to y'all

Summary: Somehow, the big Seattle Grace surgical department ends up in one roof for Christmas. The green, the red, lights all around...Lots of food, typical Christmas dinner. Not.

Chapter 1: Getting the Invitations Out

"C'mon, Meredith. It's just a few people over. Can I have the Christmas party over at our place?" Izzie was nagging Grey for ages about the Christmas party. Meredith's picture of the house-welcoming party of Izzie's boyfriend was still fresh on her mind though.

"No. Remember your first shot at having the party? I don't think so." Meredith took her charts. She looked expectantly at Izzie. She had other ideas.

Izzie turned to Bailey, next to the nurse giving out the patients' charts. "Don't you think so, Bailey? Having a party at our place? Would you like to go?"

"Doctor Stevens, is this another attempt at kissing my ass?"

"No. I just think I ought to do something for the holidays. It's for Meredith too." Izzie pleaded.

"All right. I'll go. Grey, this'll do you some good. I'll be sure to invite the Chief and his wife also. Oh, and Stevens?"

"Yes?" asked Izzie, still face aglowed from the news.

"Get the damn chart of the hands of the nurse. Get yo' asses to work. Got lives to save!"

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"What do you think, Preston? I figured that since you and Cristina are the only ones for the holidays, why don't you guys come to the party we're invited to?" the Chief was next to him looking at the board for the scheduled surgeries. "The county hospitals are giving us a break, so I'm giving the main surgical residents some time off this Christmas."

"Sure. I'm certain Cristina knows about this too. I wonder why she hasn't told me about the party they're having..."

"What party? I wanna go!" Addison came out from the 35 yr old case. "When?"

"Christmas Eve. I'm sending you the address as soon as I can get 'em."

"Yeah, Derek and I are gonna go. Can't wait for family time with him."

"Then it's settled. I'll tell Bailey about of the more people coming."

"OK. And I'll tell Derek about the party he has to come to or else. See ya."

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The 'it' crowd of the surgery department made their way to their tables and sat down. Silence. Izzie was the one who simply couldn't handle it.

"Please, Mere? Just a few people..."

"Fine! Fine! God, just ...uuuuuuughhhhh! FINE! One more thing-don't ever call me Mere!" She was so pissed. This wasn't the first time she was depressed during December, but hell, it's the worst.

"All right. Damn. Hey, Alex, do you wanna come to our Christmas party?" Izzie just flat-out asked her archnemesis to a get-together.

"What the hell is this Izzie?" asked Cristina, who was kinda shocked at the laid out information. "You just asked the Syph Giver?"

"Hey, hey...I thought this was over," George said, offended at the 'S' word.

"Relax, Syph boy, no one said your pretty li'l name," Yang replied. "No, Izzie, seriously? Asking Alex to this?"

"Yeah, I mean, 'tis the season, right?"

"Look, lady," Alex said, looking at Cristina. "No one really asked your opinion. This okay to you Meredith?" She nodded glumly.

"I'll go then."

"Then it's settled. You, Cristina, me, George, Mere, Burke, Bailey, and other people they're inviting, I don't know who yet, are coming." Izzie summed it all up.