The sun rose high over the plantation near the Texas, Mexico boarder. Slowly the inhabitants set about various chores. Jason Macaboy sat in the front room, money flickering past his hand. "Hundred, hundred thirty, two hundred…two hundred eighty-five bucks," he smiled, Sugar and Lesily had a good draw last night. Slowly Macaboy split the money into three piles. "Sugar, Lesily! Jamie turn that off. Girls get yer asses down here!" Slowly a slender bleach blond and a brunette slipped down the stairs hands out. "Here ya go girls." Jason handed each one a small hand of cash. "Damn that's some fine ass right there Jamie boy." Mac let out a long slow whistle.

His eyes finally flickered up to the calendar, "December 22…maybe I oughta give Baby and family a call…wish um a blood red x-mas." Calmly his fingers dialed the familiar number. By the third ring he was starting to panic…usually Otis answered on the first. "Please don't let the pigs have them…Hello? Vera thank god. Scared me for a second." His eyes lit up as she explained. "My Baby Princess finally popped. Awe put her on please. Hey Princess." "MAC!" Aura's voice was tired, but the warm voice of good ole Smack Daddy Mac filled her with renewed energy. "Name's Will. I swear he's the cutest little thing under the sun." Mac smiled at the idea of the woman eight years his junior cradling a baby, smiling as gently as her grandma. "Just wanted ta wish ya'll a happy X-mas Babygirl." "Happy X-mas Jason." Slowly he let the phone settle into its cradle after a promise of pictures.

"Hey Jamie! Ya fix the shitter?" the sugary sweet voice cut into the workshop. "Yesss. And I don't want ya'll shovin no more paper towels down there, had ta snake the fuck outta it. I MEAN IT SUGAR!" The bleach blond just held up a hand as he muttered a swear. "Damn bitch breaks more than she earns," his voice ice cold as he tightened the screw into the door. "Anit no pussy worth the shit I put up with." "Oh I dunno bout THAT Jamie." A voice as oily as his own filled his ear. Slowly he circled his arms around the slender, silvery haired, yellow eyed female. "Oh Angel. Ya know I didn't mean ya. Ya anit no dirty two dime whore. Yer as pure as the first snow fall," he pressed his lips against hers, his hand stroking her spine. "NOW you're just sucking up Mr. Dameon. Anit nuttin like a horny silver tongued serpent." Slowly she twirled loose laughing, pulling him along. Her laughter cut the still air of the basement workshop, a sound like sweet chimes to Jamie who caught her and planted tender kisses up and down her neck. Slowly Angel pulled Jamie through the sheet that separated the workshop and bedroom, yanking him down onto the waterbed with a devilish smile on both their faces. "Beautiful angel fly just for me, cherish our love no matter where you may be. Stay just a moment on borrowed time, let not our sweet love be bought with nickel and dime," his voice tender and loving, just like his touch.

Slowly Mac lifted an old picture of a beautiful black eyed, blond, with bits of green woven into her braids, arm in arm with a black haired, black eyed man. In her arms was a bouncing boy. "Happy X-mas momma…" slowly he laid his head on his desk tears streaming from his eyes. A voice flooded his mind as he slept melting his pain into a soothing feeling.

By dawn he was feeling much better, dragging out rows of red, silver and gold lights to line the house, bar and tree with. Gold and silver tinsel was being unwound by Cassy. "Hey Jamie go get a tree yet?" "Tree? Jamie anit even got his lazy ass outta bed yet." Mac's eyes sparked as he stormed to the basement yanking back the sheet, Jamie spread across the bed on his stomach, legs spread, shirtless, in his black boxers snoring. "JAMIE! Get yer ass up and go get the fuckin tree!" Mac's good mood was vanishing fast. "Uhn….huh? Wha? Oh mornin' Mac." he yawned. "Sorry Mace, Angel was here last night." Jamie smiled. "Jamie, yer my brother and I love ya, but how come none the rest of us ever saw this whore," Mac found his head hitting the wall, Jamie snarling. "NEVER CALL HER A WHORE!" Mac nodded caught off guard by Jamie's outburst. He was really starting to question his friend's sanity. "Ok Jamie, ok. Just go get us a tree, Cassy and Christen wanna get working on it." Jamie grabbed his jeans and shirt taking the stairs two at a time.

Aura sat at the foot of the tree tying the hand made skirt onto it. "Star's leanin a bit." Otis commented playfully. "Well fix it. I'm hangin skulls and fingers down here, Momma's bakin and Luci's at work." True to the crowish clowns words skulls and finger bones dangled amongst the more traditional ornaments and lights and tinsel.