A/N: Here is another entry for this little snid-bit of fun. I wasn't sure if I was going to continue this, because I've got some other stuff in the works, but after revisiting it, I decided to keep it. I hope you enjoy this.

Disclaimer: I don't own.

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December 17, 1985

Tonight is my parents' annual Christmas party and I'm not there. This is the first year I haven't attended since I was born, literally. Even when I was six and sick with the chicken pox my mom made me attend.

This feels oddly liberating.

Okay, so that sounds silly. I'm seventeen, with a one year old, living on my own, and working to provide for my daughter and yet not attending one stupid party makes me feel free. Does that make sense to you? Yeah, I didn't think so.

But hey, whatever works right?

So anyways, it's been just over six months since I first left my parents' house and the time has been crazy. Really.

After I called and talked to my dad at Fourth of July I've spoken to him at least once a month. It has been good too, no fights or yelling. Dad keeps me caught up with things in Hartford and I tell him all about Rory and Stars Hollow.

And you know what's funny; mom still doesn't know where we are. Dad didn't tell her that he knows.

Now, he told her that I contacted him, let him know we were fine and taken care of, but that is it. She doesn't know that for Rory's first birthday he sent a gift, an outfit for her that Margie helped him pick and a baby blanket. And can I just tell you, Rory loves that blanket.

She doesn't know that just yesterday we receive a package from him for Christmas.

She'd kill him if she knew.

Okay anyways, where was I?

Oh that's right, the Christmas party.

My dad tried to convince me to come, I all but laughed at him. I knew I couldn't. Not with being gone for six months without speaking to my mother once. I would never hear the end of it if I attempted to show up.

Dad tried to bribe me with apple tarts.

Oh dear god the apple tarts. Every Christmas we would have these wonderful apple tarts, they are some sort of family recipe I believe, but they are pure heaven. I can't remember how many times I've tried to convince mom to have them made at other times of the year but she's always refused.

Even the year I turned eight and that is all I wanted for my birthday party were the apple tarts she still said no.

Rambling again, sorry.

Anyways, like I was saying, dad tried to bribe me to come but I politely declined. I wasn't about to throw myself to the wolves, and that is exactly what I would be doing.

So, right now, instead of being in a pretty dress, dancing the night away and eating my body weight in apple tarts, I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, watching Rory sleep and dreaming about that perfect Christmas.

And I'm only eating three apple tarts.

You see, my dad sent us a package yesterday. A Christmas present per say. I told him not to get me anything, that there wasn't anything. But of course he refused to let that happen. He sent cash, after I told him that I wouldn't cash a check if he sent one.

I know he did it all out of love, but I still feel weird accepting it.

There are a few outfits for Rory, apparently that mom found and pointed out she like for her and he went behind her back and bought them to send to me. Also, there was a baby book. One of those to fill out all of Rory's first memories and it is so much nicer than the notebook I'd been scribbling all that same stuff in. I'll transfer all that over into the nice book tomorrow probably.

Inside the box I found a note, obviously hurriedly scribbled by dad right before it was to be sent. It actually brought tears to my eyes.

Lorelai,

Merry Christmas. Now, I know that you insisted it was not necessary for me to send you anything; however, I can't possibly go through a Christmas without sending you and Rory something. We'll miss you this holiday season and I wish you would reconsider joining us for the party tomorrow night. But, since I know you won't I've included a few apple tarts for you. I made the cook swear not to reveal to your mother that I requested some early or she'd be sure to get suspicious. You always did seem to favor them.

I've included some things that I believe you and Rory would enjoy and since you told me you wouldn't cash any amount of check I'd write I sent cash. It's not much but it is something to allow you and Rory to enjoy your first Christmas on your own.

I love you Lorelai, I always will. Now that whenever you are ready to come home we'll be here. I'll be here. Even if you just visit, please consider it. Your mother and I miss you. We'll be leaving for the Cape on Monday for our holiday getaway. If there is something you might need please call the office and Margie has been instructed to take care of anything no questions asked. I'm not expecting you to, I know you better than that really, but I just want you to know that I care.

Happy Holidays Lorelai. Kiss Rory for me.

Love,

Dad

So simple, yet so wonderful. And he's right. There is no way I'd ever call Margie, not unless I was dying or in the hospital or something.

So, baring some horrific accident, I won't be taking to my dad before the New Year.

Alright, new topic. Snow. Flakes, flurries, swirls, crystals, whatever form it comes in. I'll

take it. We go back, snow and me. We have a beautiful history.

The first snowfall of the year came about 2 weeks ago, right after Thanksgiving. It was beautiful and just added more magic to the already decorated town square.

Crazy Stars Hollow events. The winter carnival is next Friday and I can't wait. Mia has already told me that she wouldn't take no for an answer about joining her and how could I refuse?

That's right, I couldn't.

Anything holiday related, especially Christmas, I get sucked into and loose myself. I love it. Everything that has to do with the holiday season, it's all so perfect. Sleigh rides, ice skating, snowball fights, hot cocoa, and hot toddies. It's the best time of the year!

Okay, so I'm completely and totally in love with winter, snow, and Christmas…who isn't?

Rory is almost walking! I know, I know, it's been pages and I'm just now bringing it up. I'm sorry! I couldn't believe it. She pulled herself up on the side of the bed a couple days ago and then fell right back down. She actually hasn't taken a step yet but I know it will be soon.

I can't believe how fast she is growing up.

Before I know it she'll be taking the world by storm doing whatever she wants to do with her life. Graduating high school, going to a top college, becoming the great Rory she is.

And in the end, she'll still be my Rory.

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A/N: I know it's not the longest installment but I don't want these to be terribly long. I am trying to make them as realistic as possible. The style is based off of my own personal journals. The insane babbling and scattered-brained topics, etc. Please review and tell me what you think! Thanks :)