A/N: Uh… Well… I hope this makes your Christmas a little more brighter than it was before. Merry Christmas!
"Merry Christmas, Onii-sama!"
Nunnally, beaming, presented a messy portrait she had painted of her beloved sibling under the strict tutelage of Clovis. Lelouch grinned and hugged her, saying how much he loved her gift. The Princess giggled, immensely pleased with herself, before tugging on his hand and pulling him into the direction of their half-brothers and sisters.
Marianne smiled and breathed, "Isn't it a lovely picture, C2? To think that we'll be able to be like this forever with the Master Plans… I can hardly wait."
The immortal merely smiled, her wise, golden irises unblinking as they followed the children's mischievous activity. Their innocence was beautiful. The way they laughed, the way they smiled, the way they got along with each other despite their obvious differences in personality, the way they forgave each other after arguing… She wanted to look away, her heart in torment because of the tantalizing display of something she could never possess. But it was as if she couldn't. Masochistically, she kept drinking it in, her gaze unwavering.
"C2?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you feeling ill? You don't look very well all of a sudden."
"… I'm fine, Marianne. Just a little fatigued from our excursion."
Tearing her eyes away from her accomplice's progeny, the witch smiled weakly before setting down her teacup and rising from her chair. Scarlet gown rustling with the whisper of silk, she said, "I think I'll turn in for the evening."
"This early? It's only 8'o clock."
"I need to rest for tomorrow. I'm sure you have grand plans in store for the holiday."
The empress consort giggled, her smile open and inviting. "You know me too well… But don't you want to at least stay for Lelouch and Schneizel's chess game? I know how much you enjoy watching them."
"… No, I…"
"Are you leaving, C2?"
The emerald-haired woman looked down at the young boy standing before her. His raven locks framed his rosy cheeks and glimmering amethyst eyes, eyes so full of intelligence beyond his age, they often surprised her.
"I'm tired, Lelouch."
"… I see."
She didn't miss the note of disappointment in his voice.
"… Would you like for me to stay?"
He looked up at her hopefully as he asked, "Would you? If I wanted it?"
"I just might," lied she.
"Then will you? Please?"
"Oh? What's this? The mighty prince says please… What a rare occurrence," she teased. He blushed furiously and dropped his regal gaze to study the design of the polished marble floor. Embarrassed, he muttered, "… Well, that's because last time, I didn't say please and you didn't stay."
"Lelou-"
"Lelouch!" called his half-sister. Euphemia, her pink tresses flying behind her, excitedly beckoned for her friend and companion. "Come quickly! Schneizel onii-sama is ready!"
"I…"
The poor boy. He looked so torn between his desire to play a game against his rival and wanting to persuade her to stay. Smiling, C2 gently said, "Go and play, Lelouch. Schneizel is waiting for you, is he not? Clovis, his patience short, will bore and suggest a different game, one he'll understand. Then you'll lose your opportunity to triumph over Schneizel."
"… I always lose against him anyways," he grumbled.
"But how will you win if you don't even try? Foolish boy. Go to Schneizel at once. Cornelia, Nunnally, and Euphemia are all expecting you."
"But…"
He looked up at her, conflict frustrating him. She smoothed his hair and turned to leave, when he grabbed her hand and pulled her down so that they were eye-level. She could see how he was clenching his teeth and took note of how the tips of his ears seemed to redden every so slightly, before he hurriedly said, "Oh, look. Mistletoe. Merry Christmas, C2."
And then promptly kissed her on the cheek.
Frightened by his own bravery, Lelouch ran away. But before disappearing completely around the enormous fifteen foot Christmas tree, he glanced back at her, and the immortal caught sight of the silly grin adorning his face.
Out of surprise, she touched her cheek, the place where his lips had been burning her.
"It appears that my son is growing up… Although I never thought he would be the type to brazenly kiss a girl. Even if it is on the cheek."
"This doesn't surprise you?" questioned the witch. She straightened up, her shock leaving her rather quickly, but her curiosity not.
"I suspected. The books he's been reading as of late have been of a peculiar selection. Books of romance, where the prince comes riding on his stallion to save the damsel in distress… Well, C2. I hand my son to you. You may wed him if you'd like."
"That will never happen," she scoffed, "As I will never fall in love with your son."
"You never know…" the Queen sang.
"It won't," she declared firmly. But all the same…
C2 couldn't help but allow her hand to graze her cheek again, the shadow of a smile on her lips.
"Oh, and C2?"
"What is it?"
"There's no mistletoe anywhere in this room. I thought you would want to know."
Euphemia was not his first love.
She wasn't.
She, C2, was his true first love. Charles had merely rewritten the Lamperouge sibling's memories before they had been exiled to Area 11, to erase all and any traces of the witch from their minds.
Euphemia li Britannia was not Lelouch vi Britannia's first love.
She was.
But she wouldn't tell him that. She wouldn't tell him of the chaste kiss he had given her on Christmas Eve all of those years ago, she wouldn't tell him of the way he had blushed every time she was in the same room as him, the way his eyes seemed to shyly flit towards her before returning to the original object of his attention.
What would that accomplish, besides embarrassing and confusing him? Anger him, as the realization that his childhood memories were actually false sunk in?
Well, maybe embarrassing him could justify confu-
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?" she asked innocently. The emerald-haired woman watched him rise from his chair at his desk and walk towards their closet.
"… Like you know something about me that I don't. What is it, C2?"
"Nothing. It's nothing. So you can replace that scowl you have with a smile. It's Christmas Eve, Lelouch. Try to show some Christmas spirit."
"… I hate Christmas," he muttered.
"And why is that?"
"Why? Because of this."
Opening the door of the closet, an avalanche of cards and dedicatedly wrapped presents came tumbling out. The two stared at the mess until the witch finally broke the sullen silence with, "… Is that from the girls in-"
"Yes," he replied darkly. "and Valentine's Day is even worse."
"Oh, you poor boy, suffering from too much admiration… Whatever shall we do with you?"
"Shut up, witch."
Ignoring him, she stood up and questioned, "What are you going to do with all of these?"
"Donate them to charity."
"To charity? Are there even good presents? Like Pizza Hut coupons? Or Cheese-kun?"
"No. There isn't anything related to pizza. Thankfully."
"What a pity. Well, if there's any chocolate, I'll take it off of your hands."
He sighed before sitting down on the floor besides the flood of gifts. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her down and she snapped, "What do you think you're doing?"
"Sorting through all of this. And you're helping me."
"You think that I'd help you with manual labor?"
"You are if you want chocolate."
She glared at him before snatching the meticulously-wrapped box out of his hands and viciously tore at the wrapping paper, all the while staring at him angrily.
"It's Christmas Eve, C2. Try to show some Christmas spirit."
She merely pursed her lips.
'If only you knew what dirty secrets I know about you, Lelouch… Then you'd bend over backwards to please me.'
. . .
"Merry Christmas, Nunnally!"
"Merry Christmas, Milly. Did you come to see Onii-sama?"
"I did. I wanted to talk to him about the presents he probably got from all of the girls at our school. Is he in his room?"
"Onii-sama's in his room. But Milly?"
"What is it, Nunnally?"
"There's something you need to know about Onii-sama…"
Her ears seemed to perk up and a devilish grin appeared on her face as she asked, "What's the certain something that I need to know about Lelouch, Nunnally?"
. . .
"Lelouch."
"Hmm?"
He looked up from the mountain of gift-wrap he was organizing.
"Do you happen to be asexual?"
"What?"
"A woman lives in the same room as you, and yet, I see nothing in reaction. Although… I suppose you could be homo-"
"I'm neither."
"You're lying," she waved off his denial by flinging ribbons towards him.
"I'm not lying. I-"
"18 and no girlfriend? Not even a crush on a girl? That's a likely story."
"I just don't have the time to-"
"Falling in love doesn't take time. It just happens."
"That's enough, C2. You-"
"You're just asexual and afraid to come out of the closet. But why, Lelouch? There's nothing wrong with-"
Scarves, sweaters, and homemade chocolate went flying as Lelouch lunged forward and pinned the infuriating witch to the ground.
"Enough is enough, woman. Believe me when I say-"
"Well, what do we have here?"
The raven-haired man's blood ran cold as the unannounced visitor burst into their bedroom. The temperature seemed to drop to subzero, and his eyes widened with horror. C2, pleased with the sudden turn of events, said, "Hello."
"You must be Nunnally's onee-sama! It's nice to meet you."
"The pleasure," the immortal threw her accomplice off of her, "is all mine. I was wondering when Lelouch would introduce me to his friends. It's so sweet of you, Lelouch, to finally allow us to meet."
"I…"
"So, what's it like being his girlfriend?" the blonde eagerly interrogated.
"I- She's not my girlfriend," protested Lelouch.
"Oh, oops. Sorry. Betrothed."
"She's- President, excuse us."
He didn't even want to bother with an attempt to explain their true relationship to Milly (because he knew that any and all clarifications would only be twisted in her head) and decided to isolate the cause of the conflict and destroy it at the source. Dragging her out of the room and down the hall, Lelouch shoved the troublemaker into the guest bedroom. Milly blinked once, twice, and then three times out of surprise. She had never seen the prince move so quickly. This girl… Who was she? And what else could she make Lelouch do?
. . .
"What do you think you're doing?" he hissed.
"You know, this all looks suspicious, Lelouch," she replied nonchalantly. Completely at ease, she smoothed her emerald hair while looking into the grand mirror. "Just imagine. You walk into an 18 year old boy pinning a woman to the floor, only to promptly drag her into another bedroom. You should be more prudent, or rumors will spread."
"You-"
"I did nothing. It was simply all you. You have no one else to blame for this predicament you've put yourself into."
He pinched the bridge of his nose before exhaling slowly.
"Listen to me carefully, witch. You are going to go out there, tell the President we are not in any romantic kind of relationship, and then disappear from her sight."
"Then what will you tell her when she asks you what you were doing with me on the floor? Me being dressed only in your shirt?" she whispered. Lelouch pressed himself against the door as she crept closer, so close, that her citrus fragrance drifted up into his flaring nostrils. She stared up at him expectantly as he looked down his nose, trying, scrambling, to find an answer to the problem. He desperately tried to ignore the way her eyelashes perfectly framed her inquisitive golden eyes, the way her petite and slender frame was resting against his, the way her warm breath gently brushed his neck. But… It was no use. The witch had cast some sort of enchantment of him, making him see her, not as a sorceress, but as a siren.
His siren.
"I'll figure something out," he finally said.
Settling back down on the heels of her feet, she tsked at him.
"You should-"
"There's a long list of things that I should do, C2. One of the things being locking you up."
"Do you really want to lock me up for Christmas? Do you truly want to send me away? From you? Forever?"
He kept his silence and a small smile appeared as her soft hand brushed his cheek.
"It's a shame that you'll never get your wish granted then, Lelouch, as I don't plan on being locked up anywhere or being separated from you for any reason. Now. Why don't we return to our friend, Miss Ashford?"
And with that, she slipped past him into the brightly lit hallway. Lelouch groaned at his own failure to control the woman. He was just too… What was the word? Well, whatever the word was… He just couldn't seem to tame the witch.
. . .
"Milly? You're leaving so soon? I thought you had to speak to Onii-sama."
"It seems like he's a little too busy to talk to me right now. But can you send a message to him for me, Nunnally?"
"Of course! What is it?"
"The children's charity where he always donates presents to every year, their delivery truck is stopping a different spot than usual this year."
"Where is it stopping?"
Milly, struggling into her coat, replied, "At the… At the back gate of the school. Not the front, but the back. Thank you, Sayoko."
The maid bowed with a smile after helping her mistress on with her clothes. Nunnally clasped her hands together worriedly as she quietly commented, "Oh, the back gate is so far…"
"Maybe he can enlist the help of your onee-sama."
"I suppose so. Thank you, Milly. And Merry Christmas!"
The teenager hugged the young girl and replied, "Merry Christmas, Nunnally. You too, Sayoko. I'll see you at the party tonight."
"Bye, Milly. Merry Christmas!"
"Goodbye, Miss Milly. Please return home safely."
As soon as the door slid close behind her, Lelouch stumbled into the dining room and frantically asked, "Where's the President?"
"Oh, Onii-sama! She just left, but-"
"Stop pushing me," he sharply whispered towards the immortal. She replied, "Well then, go into the room, instead of standing here in the doorway."
"Um, Onii-sama?"
"Y-yes, Nunnally?"
Gritting his teeth, Lelouch pushed back against the witch. Why was she so strong?
"Milly wanted me to tell you that the Christmas charity truck is stopping at the back gate of the school this year."
"The back gate?"
"Mmhmm."
"I s-see. Thank you, Nunnally."
"Are you going to drop them off before the party?" she questioned, completely oblivious to the struggle her elder brother was currently in.
"I am."
"Oh. Then I can't help you deliver the presents. Maybe Onee-sama can help you."
"Onee-" he began to feed her an excuse that "Onee-sama" was busy and couldn't even attend the Christmas gala the student council was throwing, when C2 immediately straightened up, causing Lelouch to nearly fall on top of her, and spoke up.
"What a brilliant idea, Nunnally. What do you say, Lelouch?"
Needless to say, he had no choice, but she was feeling particularly pleasant towards him and granted him the illusion of having a decision to make, and the power that comes vested within it.
"Of course n-"
But one look at Nunnally's expectant expression, and all of his anger and irritation melted away. In a much gentler voice, the prince consented.
"Of course, Nunnally."
His younger sister beamed at him and Lelouch couldn't help but return her smile. He was about to offer helping her choose a dress for the party, when the witch hugged him before waltzing off to find clothes that would better suit the frigid weather outside. In the brief moment that she had had her arms around him, the boy's mind (and he would never admit it, but his heart too) seemed to go in overdrive. He watched her as she slipped away from him and to their room.
That witch… She could do so many things to him… Irritation, peace, anger, amusement, and apparently…
Apparently, love.
Well, that was one secret she was never going to come into knowledge off. Not if he wanted to maintain what little peace he already had in his life. Sighing, he straightened up to chase after her to make sure she didn't get into any more mischief.
That witch.
. . .
"What do you think?"
He looked up from the organized list of gifts and at the reflection of the full-length mirror.
She was wearing a knee-length dress. Scarlet in color, the strapless sweetheart neckline seemed to be a bit too… Bare for the winter scenery that awaited them outside. Feeling protective of her, he gruffly commented, "You're going to freeze to death."
She merely smoothed down the a-line skirt of ruched tulle and said, "You'll never understand fashion."
"I understand fashion as much as I need to. No more, and no less," replied he. Coming closer, he told her to hold still before lacing her corset and neatly tying a large bow at the back of the dress. He couldn't help but look her reflection up and down (discreetly, of course). With black high heel boots and dark tights complementing her dress, she truly was the definition of elegance and beauty.
But there wasn't any need for her to know how he-
"Like what you see, boy?"
The raven-haired man immediately flushed at being caught red-handed and looked away with a scowl, darkly muttering, "Shut up, witch."
Her ruby lips merely curled up into a wicked grin, as she knew full well of how she had caught him right in the act. It wasn't until his hand ghosted over her collarbone as he asked if she were planning on wearing anything there that the smile slid off. Surprise overtook her, and only became stronger, as he continued to say, "I'm sure Santa Cheese-san has something for you to wear if you don't have any ideas."
"Santa Cheese-san? I don't…"
Her eyes widened as she saw him casually place the plushie on their bed.
"That's the limited edition Santa Cheese- There are only three of these in the entire Tokyo Settlement. How did you get this? I couldn't even- How, Lelouch?"
"I have my ways…"
"I…"
"Touched?"
"… I expected nothing less from you." She hurriedly changed course. There was no point in giving him the satisfaction of knowing how his little gift had tugged at her heartstrings. He would only hold it over her head, laughing and mocking at her. But… As she picked up the doll and studied the amethyst pendant hanging around its nonexistent neck, she murmured, "But thank you, nonetheless."
She could hear the smirk in his voice as he said, "Now. It's time to visit the delivery point you so wanted to go to."
"… Hey, Lelouch?"
"Hmm?"
He helped her with the clasp of the necklace before handing her her black trench coat.
"Take me to the Christmas party."
"What?"
When had she heard of the social function he had been blackmailed into going?
"Take me to the Christmas party," she repeated. "I want to go."
"Absolutely not. There is no way that I'm taking you-"
"Then what will Nunnally say when Onii-sama doesn't bring Onee-sama as his date? And Milly? What will she say when Lelouch Lamperouge doesn't bring his fiancé to a celebration for Christmas? Hmm, Lelouch?"
"All three of you are conspirating against me…" he grumbled sullenly. She smiled and replied, "Little do you know…" while fixing his violet necktie. One playful grin and exasperated sigh later, the Witch and the Warlock entered the Winter Wonderland waiting outside for them.
. . .
"Lelouch."
"What is it this time?"
"So you're not homosexual. Or asexual."
"I thought that particular conversation was over and done with, C2."
"And so… Let's just say that you're heterosexual-"
"-Which I am."
"How is it that you're not in love with anyone?"
He merely pursed his lips as she continued to muse out loud.
"In my opinion, you're just- Lelouch!"
The raven-haired man gasped as his feet seemed to give way underneath him. Skidding on the ice, he slipped, only to land hard on his back. With the wind knocked out of him, Lelouch stared at the dark night sky, breathless and freezing. He cursed himself for his clumsiness; his back was probably going to be black and blue tomorrow, something that he certainly had no need for. But at least no one had been with him to witness-
Oh right.
C2.
Her silky tresses formed a curtain around their faces as she crouched down to closely examine the undignified state the usually-composed prince was currently in. He blinked up at the twin set of golden irises, still in shock from the impact of the concrete walkway.
"What are you doing on the ground?" she probed.
"It's not as if I wanted- What are you doing?"
Confused amethyst eyes followed her as she set down her box of gifts and carefully lay down besides him. Using his arm as a pillow, she curled up to him while murmuring, "Let's take a moment and enjoy the stars. You don't seem to be doing enough of that lately."
"But-"
"Relax, Lelouch," instructed she soothingly.
There was a moment of silence before he tried again.
"C-"
"Quiet, Lelouch, and just watch the night sky."
Complying, he fell silent, although, instead of studying the constellations above as instructed, he stared at the witch.
Yes, the cold was seeping past the layers he was wearing. Yes, his back was killing him, and yes, it was the eve of one of the holidays he hated most. But this year… Lelouch didn't particularly mind. In fact, his head, rather than the customary grumbling and complaints, was filled with thoughts of admiration.
It surprised him in a pleasant way how her long emerald hair seemed to create a halo around her, how the moonlight glimmered in her brilliant golden irises, how her alabaster cheeks were lightly dusted with a graceful rosy blush from cold…
Instead of frowning this year… Lelouch couldn't help but smile.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?" he questioned, feigning innocence.
They stared at each other for so long, he began to wonder if time had stopped or not. It certainly felt like it. In fact, it felt as if-
"We're late," she said crisply. Rising from her position on the ground (which had been so close to him), C2 turned away from the man, wary to veil her face. Since when had that little boy from all of those years ago grown to be so… So…
"C2."
"What is it?"
She picked up the large box she had set down, hating herself for the inescapable fluttery feeling in her stomach from being so near him. The immortal missed his ephemeral embarrassed expression as he hesitantly said, "I suppose… If you really want to, you can come to the Christmas party. Only if you really want to, though."
"And will you be my escort?"
"There's only me, isn't there?"
"Yes… There's you, and only you, Lelouch. For who else can accompany a witch, but a warlock?"
And with a satisfied smile, she began to make her way down the snow-laden path, ever cautious of any sneaky ice patches.
. . .
"And that's the last of the presents," sighed the emerald-haired woman. She watched from her seat on the stone stairs as her partner, her accomplice, her prince (well, prince wasn't exactly the right word) sign the receipt. Ohgi (the two were surprised to find that the delivery man was none other than Zero's second-in-command, but fortunately, had the wits about them to veil their short-lived bewilderment) thanked the pair and wished them a merry Christmas before climbing into the truck and driving off with Tamaki.
As the lorry turned the corner, Lelouch thought aloud, "I never thought we'd see him outside of the Black Knights… It's a little strange to see him living a… A normal life."
"Well, I'm sure the Black Knights would be shocked into oblivion to witness Zero and his normal life. Which consist of skipping P.E. class, tucking his little sister into bed, and gambling to pay off enormous bills from Pizza Hut."
"But that's the entire point of the mask, isn't it? To protect himself, but more importantly, the ones he love."
"Ones? Does Zero love anyone besides his younger sister?"
"… He might. But that's not the important question right now. We're late for the Christmas party, C2. Get up so we can go."
There was no reply as she drew her legs closer to her. The raven-haired man came closer, concerned; this wasn't what her reaction was supposed to be. What was wrong all of a sudden?
"… What if I changed my mind?"
"What?"
"… What if I don't want to go anymore?"
"But why would you not-"
"Maybe I remembered something important about myself and Christmas."
He crouched down so that they were eye-level and studied her carefully.
"You're not the only one who hates Christmas, Lelouch. Eventually, it gets to be a bother, a snub in the face, as you're alone every year, while everyone around you is surrounded by people who love them. It's not a pleasant time of year for me either, although our reasons may be different."
Lelouch stared as she studied the pattern of her mittens.
"It's actually," she sighed softly, "A lonely time of-"
"C2."
Something in his voice made her look up, and she was taken aback to see how close he had moved to her, when he gently said, "Oh, look. Mistletoe. Merry Christmas, C2."
Her eyes widened as a sense of déjà vu washed over her. But this time, unlike that Christmas Eve all of those years ago, the prince, now much taller and much older, bent down and kissed her, not on the cheek, but on the lips. And this time around, he didn't run away either.
Somewhere, C2 could just hear Marianne laughing at her, giggling, "And you swore that you wouldn't fall in love with him."
Well, times changed, and apparently, feelings did too. Even for witches.
Shifting closer to him, her eyes fluttered close as she pulled him down this time. His arms wrapped around her waist as she embraced him, and it was at that moment, under that year's very first snowfall as they shared their first kiss, when both the Witch and the Warlock decided that Christmas wasn't all that bad.
A/N: I don't know about you, but after writing that, I'm nothing but a puddle of fangirl. Merry Christmas, everyone! Oh, and here's an epilogue that I wrote. You don't have to read it if you don't want to. Reviews are much appreciated. They're like Christmas presents!
C2, having managed to coerce Lelouch into carrying her, remembered something rather important. She looked over his shoulder as they walked away, and, her investigation revealing answers, led her to smile.
There wasn't any mistletoe to be found anywhere.
Silly boy.
A/N: Epilogue part II! (Uh, I have a feeling that there are going to be several, so brace yourselves!)
"Hmm? Did you say something?"
"Nothing, only… Only Merry Christmas, Warlock."
He smiled as he replied, "Merry Christmas, Witch."
"Oh, and Lelouch?"
"What is it?"
"Watch out for i-"
C2 let out an uncharacteristic shriek as the laws of gravity kicked in and they both fell to the ground. Smacking the man who had cushioned her fall on the shoulder, she reprimanded him.
"I told you to watch out for the ice. You clumsy fool. What am I going to do with you?"
"Well, you can start," he groaned, "by losing some weight."
Glaring at him, her voice was as icy as the ground they were lying on as she replied, "Those jokes are going to get you into trouble one day."
"It was a joke, nonetheless, C2."
She sighed. "I should have gotten you a manual on how to make good jokes for Christmas."
"… What did you get me for Christmas?"
"Aren't I enough?"
"You selfish witch… Everything you do is for your own convenience."
"Be careful, Lelouch, or I may just use those very words against you later."
"You wouldn't dare," he scoffed.
"I don't know. Would I? What do you think?"
"I think… I think you should just stop talking. Those scarlet lips of yours are incredibly distracting."
She smiled before those incredibly distracting scarlet lips crashed into his own much-less-red-but-all-the-same-distracting lips.
What a wonderful Christmas it had turned out to be.
A/N: Haha, they were just lying on the ground, flirting and…. Okay. Sorry. That just got really awkward… It sounded better in my head. On to part III! (Oh, and if anyone cares, I'm listening to Gospel by March Fourth, which is most likely the cause for any strangeness)
"Hey, where's Lelouch? Didn't he say that he was comi- Ow!"
Suzaku, tears springing into his eyes, yelped as Arthur snapped his jaws upon his hand. Shirley, in full fledged panic mode, frantically asked, "You don't think Lelou got into an accident, do you?"
"I think our secretive and mischievous Lamperouge is doing incredibly well. And I think that he's enjoying Christmas very much… I'm sure that he'll come, Shirley. Just you wait… The boy can take a little longer, especially when he's distracted."
"Huh?"
Milly merely smiled before sighing contentedly.
Love.
It could make you cherish even the things you detested most in the world.
A/N: Haha, it's 5.30 in the morning… Yeah… I'm just… Going to go to bed now. I hope you liked it! And Merry Christmas!