Fall came and went and the castle began preparing for their favorite holiday: Christmas. While his parents planned the annual Christmas Eve party, Sora and Chip, who were like brothers, decided to help in the kitchen. As the monarchs discussed entertainment, a loud crash came from the kitchen. Quick as lightning, the two rushed to the kitchen to find Lumiere and Cogsworth fighting over a flour bag and Sora carrying a book much to large for him. All three were caked in flour. Adam didn't know whether to lose it or laugh. "What happen?" Was all he said. Cogsworth stepped forward. "Well your highness, we were baking the pound cake. When I was going to pour the 3 cups of flour as I was suppose to Lumiere grabbed the bag!" Lumiere then said, "Because z'e recipe calls for 4 cups of flour!"
"No it doesn't!"
"Yes it does!"
Just before a fist fight broke out among the two men, Belle stepped towards her 6 year old son. "Sora why are you here?" Sora said to his mother, "I was in the other room helping Mrs. Potts with the goose when I heard Lumiere and Cogsworth arguing. I came in here to tell them the recipe actually called for 3 1/2 cups of flour when the bag ripped." Cogsworth then asked the boy, "And how would you know that, young master?" Sora managed to hold up the book he had in his arms for them to see the title: Recipes of the Ages. Both servants began to blush as Adam laughed. He said, "Well, now that you two have the proper measurement, on with the cake!" Belle took Sora's hand and said, "Let's get you cleaned up mister! You look like a ghost!" Sora smiled and followed his mother.
Christmas came quickly as the villagers prepared for the Christmas Eve party at the castle. Le Fou entered with the other guest. The ballroom was enormous and fully adorn in golden lights and decorations all around. Le Fou heard a sudden laughter and saw two boys with red ribbons in their hands being chased by a huge dog. One of the boys was Sora, who looked dapper with his black coat, dress shirt, and shoes with a small crown on his head. "Come on, Saultan!" He yelled as Le Fou quickly assumed he was talking to the dog who had picked up speed. Le Fou began to wonder about his plan again. Sora was a sweet kid, he didn't deserve this. He then saw the two boys and mutt charge towards the fireplace. Grabing a book, Sora jumped into the chair and started reading to the village and servant kids. Le Fou didn't know whether to smirk or frown. 'He really is Belle's boy,' He thought. Speaking of Belle, while the little prince read 'A Christmas Carol', she and Adam were waltzing the night away in the same attire they had first danced in all those years ago. Belle just couldn't how much had changed since then. It felt like only yesterday she was the odd girl in a provincial village. Now she was a princess, wife, and the mother of a little boy. "Something the matter, dear?" Adam asked after noticing Belle was distracted. Belle smiled. "I was just think of how much has change since our first dance." Adam smiled. He loved Belle and their son with all his heart. Taking his wife's hand gently, the couple walked over to where their son was reading.
"'Spirit!' Ebenizer said in a broken voice. 'Why do you continue to torment me?'" Sora read aloud so that the others could.
Belle cut him off by saying, "These are the things that have and must be. They are what they are. Do not blame me!"
Laughing, the two parents leaned over and gave their son a great big hug.
""Joyeux Noël, Sora," They said in their native language.
""Joyeux Noël, mama et papa."
As the loving family shared this moment, Le Fou felt anger enter him again. Why should Adam and Belle be so happy when he was so miserable. "They'll pay," he said to himself. "Never mind that Sora was innocent. He's only around because they killed Gaston. He deserves what's coming to him!" With that, he left the castle, his mind set on destroying the 6 year old prince.