I am SO excited! YES! People are ENJOYING my story:)

I had to get that out of my system. I'll reply to all of your lovely reviews at the bottom. :)

Oh, i forgot to warn you: This isn't going to have much of a plot, if any. It's just sugary writing describing their Christmas and Christmas Eve...(I have to go reresearch Austrian customs Christmas to make sure I'm doing this correctly, lol)

Oh, and DISCLAIMER: I own the plot,or lack of plot...well, let's say idea, but I don't own the people. Or their story or house or anything. I think I can say I own the poinsettias though:) But my friends(although they have helped me with plots to becomerelated to them...)have made it clear that I will never own Julie Andrews or Chirstopher Plummer, or even little Gretl.

CHAPTER TWO!

Fredrich slowly came to consciousness and looked out the window.

"Kurt! Kurt, guess what!"

An incomprehensible mumble came out of the lump of blankets that was supposed to be his brother.

"It's snowing, and it's Christmas Eve!" Fredrich said, getting up and attacking his brother with his pillow.

Kurt immediately sat up at this, grabbing his own pillow, and started to fight back.

After a few minutes of dueling and Fredrich's pillow burst, they got bored so they decided to go downstairs.

Not bothering to get dressed, they left their room. Finding no one in the entrance hall, they slid down the banisters instead of walking down the stairs like perfect young gentlemen.

After reaching the bottom, both walked to the dining room in a dignified manner. They discovered that the rest of their family was sitting there in different stages of their own meals.

"What time is it?" Fredrich asked, noting that the rest of his family was dressed.

"Noon. We're eating lunch!" His father replied, earning himself a glare from Maria.

"It's nine-thirty, dears. You didn't sleep that late. It would have been nice if you had dressed yourselves though."

Fredrich blushed at the mild rebuke, looking down at his outfit.

"Why do you have a feather in your hair?" Liesl asked as she looked at Fredrich over her mug of hot chocolate.

"Ummm…Wild geese flew through our window with the moon on their wings," Fredrich lied lamely.

"Yes, and we're having blue strawberries for dessert." Lousia added sarcastically, everyone else bursting out into peals of laughter.

"You had a pillow fight, didn't you?" Brigitta accused.

As Kurt turned bright red and Fredrich slowly lowered his gaze to his lap, Maria and Georg simultaneously started to rebuke them, though in different tones.

"Boys!"

After hearing the difference in his and his wife's tones, Georg let Maria take over, unhappy that he had let his anger take over.

"You know you aren't supposed to have pillow fights if you're going to take it so far as to make a huge mess, boys," Maria continued calmly, "Did you leave a huge mess?"

Fredrich and Kurt promptly got up from the table and half ran to their room, answering that question perfectly.

Marta and Brigitta started giggling, but after that there was a short lull in conversation at the table.

Maria broke it, "What would you like to do after breakfast, children?"

"Skating!"

"Make a snowman!"

"Play in the snow!"

The children, well, girls, all added their imput contemporaneously, and it went on for a minute or so before the Captain stopped them, and remarked, "Well, it seems like you all want to go outside, so put your snow things on and tell the boys our plan."

There was concurrent noise as the children stood up and went to their rooms.

The Captain turned toward Maria and smiled, "I finally got you for myself today," and first glancing at the ceiling at a convenient piece of mistletoe, kissed the Baroness fully.

I hope it lives up to the first chapter! Sorry it's so short, I didn't want to keep my lovely reviewers who were waiting so patiently for more waiting to long...lol

jennalynn: OMG, you reviewed to my story! And actually liked it:) Squeaks Erm, anyway, Thank you, and I completely agree that they go together! Gretl was kind of a mix of myself when I was a little younger (i like to think myself a dignified 13) and Eloise. And Gretl of course.

Amy: Thank you! I'm so glad you're enjoying it!

megs: YAY! Another excited reviewer! I lOVE this! I'm so happy you enjoyed it, and Gretl remended you of your niece! I was going for the Christmas Spirit that only a true, Eloise-ish five or six year old can have. :)

edelwyn: Thank you, thank you, thank you.I had the idea in my head, and then I realized I could post the 200th story, and I was all like: I haveto do this! And I did!

fran330: I'm so glad you agree with all of the other lovely people! And I hope you enjoyed this next installment!

Prettycrazy: Wow, that should be my penname, lol. Thank you for liking this story and reviewing:)