Christmas to Come:
How was it that being witches made their lives more complicated? As if they didn't have enough to worry about that time of year. Now they had demons that didn't seem to care if it was Christmas.
She held her niece in her arms as she levitated up, so Melinda could place the angel on the top of the tree.
"Now, our secret Mellie. You know how Auntie Prue gets when we use our powers for things like this."
"Yeah her eye get crinkles under them."
"Yeah. So our secret right." Phoebe agreed as she tried not to laugh at her niece
"Yup. I won't tell anyone Auntie Phoebe."
"Good. Now what you say we go see what your Mum is cooking?" Phoebe suggested as she led her niece into the kitchen
Christmas at our House, Warm memories
Bright coloured presents, And Christmas trees.
Marshmallow mellows, Candy popcorn balls
I knew that Santa Wore overalls
Phoebe watched has her niece ran as fast as her four yr. old legs would carry her into the kitchen. She sat on the floor looking up at the tree before her. Her mind thinking of many Christmas' before. Even before they became witches.
She felt the arms wrap around her and she leaned back into the loving embrace.
"What you thinking of Sis?"
"Just Christmas. You know me?"
"Yeah I do. I also know you used you power to get that angel up there. But it's Christmas and Melinda needs a little magic, just like we all do this time of year. So i'll let that one pass."
Phoebe leaned into Prues arms taking in the warmth that was there.
"You know I always remember Christmas' without Mum and Dad. But I knew they were here. Knowing that Dad was Santa somewhere. The smell of Grams cookies instead of Mums.
"And you stealing the cookies as soon as Grams pulled them out of the oven. 'Snatch and grab' I used to call it. You would come from no where and grab two and you were gone,. squealing throughout the Manor."
They both laughed at the memory.
Momma baking in the kitchen, Daddy chopping firewood.
Raisin cookies I was snitching, Christmas was good.
Reaching out to help a neighbour. That's the way it always was.
We know Jesus as our saviour, Christmas, at our house, still does.
They sat at the dining room table as Piper placed the turkey on the table seeing all the faces sitting around. She couldn't believe how many times over the years the numbers and the faces at the table had changed, as she held onto the two constants in her Christmas life, as she took Prues and then Phoebes hand in hers.
Phoebe looked around taking in the changes of the table from last year. She looked back on the Christmas they gained Paige but lost Prue. But now Prue was back in their lives as Melinda's whitelighter.
How long was it now that she lost Cole? They had no choice to vanquish him, but he had come back. With Prue's help they were able to vanquish him for good. She still felt the pang in her heart when she thought of him. He was her one true love.
Christmas at our house, Some things have changed
Faces and numbers have rearranged.
Giggles from children Staying up late
I say old Santa has gained some weight
Momma baking in the kitchen, Daddy chopping firewood.
Raisin cookies I was snitching, Christmas was good.
Reaching out to help a neighbour, That's the way it always was.
We know Jesus as our saviour, Christmas, at our house, still does.
Christmas..., at our house..., is love
She sat on the couch that night thinking of the day they had. They each had each others love more then she would have ever thought that one-year she was in New York. Wondering if she would ever be home for Christmas.
She laughed to herself when she remembered hearing Melinda giggling that morning as Leo picked her up and tossed her around. It reminded her of her own father. A reminder of a video he had sent them when they first became witches.
Her Christmas was full of love and she could not deny that.
Prue saw her sitting there and came in behind her as the fire sparkled. Enveloping her baby sister in her arms
Some how they both thought of that one Christmas when Phoebe received the special delivery package to her apartment in New York. She had thought she received a ticket home from Piper but was surpirised when Prue was at the ariport for her. Prue had sent her a ticket home with an open end to return. But inside, Prue hoped her baby sister would never use it: She never did.
"Prue how did...""
"How did I get Piper to write that card that year?"
"Yeah."
"I tricked her."
"Oh. Ok." Phoebe said back, almost knowing what Prue had done to get Phoebe home that year.
"Merry Christmas baby."
"Merry Christmas Prue."
The night closed around the Manor as the fire sparkled around the living room and those in it. The love of family at Christmas, that they would hold all year round.