A/n: I decide to participate in babycomeback24's holiday challenge, check it out! Also check some of her work out, she's a very talented writer. I will probably be basing this mostly around the Spencer family, I've decided to check off as many prompts as possible by December 31st. I don't recall if those were the rules or not buuuut, that's what I'm doing. I decided to do Charlotte for this one because I really enjoy writing her out of all the current kids on GH, she has a lot of potential. I don't know why she gets so much hate. Anyway, happy reading!

Charlotte's POV

I looked out of the big window splayed in front of me, white snow covering the ground. We were supposed to get seven inches, it would be my first white Christmas. A melancholy feeling settled over my chest, my mom wouldn't be awake to enjoy it with me. Dante had spoken about pulling the plug but, Aunt Maxie wouldn't let him. It's not like he was her husband anymore, he had no legal right to her. My grandma had asked me where I wanted to live knowing that daddy had died, I told her I wanted to go and stay with my uncle Nikolas and cousin Spencer. I felt more at home at the manor until my mom woke up, I knew she would wake up. One day.

"Hey cousin, wanna go play in the snow?" Spencer Cassadine poked his head into the foyer, bundled up.

"Yes, just let me get my coat." Charlotte easily smiles, her uncle and cousin never judged her and always accepted her. Charlotte slips her heavy pink winter jacket onto her shoulders, placing a pink snow hat on her hand and wrapping a black scarf around her neck.

"The last one to the barn is a rotten egg!" Charlotte yelled over her shoulder, sprinting out into the snow.

"Hey, no warning! So unfair!" Spencer laughed galloping after her, slamming the door shut. The two cousins chased each other across the property all afternoon, until they both started sneezing. They trudged back to the manor and Alfred made them hot chocolate with marshmallows, they dried off by the fire hearth.

"You know, my mom would love this. The holidays were her favorite time of year, I can just picture her decorating the tree. Bounding out the door at the first sight of snow, doing her happy dance." I sighed wistfully, I wish I could see her smile again.

"I know, I can imagine it too. There's nobody like Aunt Lulu, I miss her. I have faith that she's going to make it through this, you just have to believe." Spencer knew what it was like not to have your mom around, it sucked. There was a time when Spencer didn't have his father around either, he could definitely relate to how his cousin was feeling.

"I know she will, it just gets heavy sometimes. Thank you for this afternoon Spence, I really needed it." Charlotte kisses her cousin on the cheek, going to the kitchen to place her mug in the sink.

"Let me get that Miss Charlotte!" Alfred says, making a grab for the dirty dish.

"It's okay, I've got it." Charlotte shakes her head, grabbing a dish wand and putting water on it before scrubbing the mug.

"Are you sure? I don't mind." Alfred was an elderly man with salt and pepper hair, he was of German descent and had a thick accent.

"You shouldn't have to do all the work. I know it's you're job and everything but, it's Christmas Eve. Nikolas doesn't let you off to be with your family?" Charlotte was as curious as they came but, she really wasn't trying to pry.

"Thank you dear, I do appreciate the company. Mr. Cassandine is a wonderful boss who pays me greatly but, I do get lonely. My children don't really speak to me anymore and my parents passed many moons ago, Mr. Nikolas doesn't keep me here. I keep myself here." Alfred was more than willing to share his reason for being here.

"Well, I guess you could say I'm lonely too. My dad just died, my mom's in a coma...I'm tired of everyone giving me sympathy when half of these people don't even like me. That's sad...do you ever think about reaching out to your kids?" Charlotte frowned, saddened by his story.

"Rightfully so, my dear. I've known your mother since she was... about ten years old. Lulu's a good soul, she was always willing to help me out on holidays and big gatherings. I hope she wakes up soon, I know you miss her. I think about it all the time but, I don't know if they'd even hear me out." Alfred's Christmases had been bittersweet for the last thirteen years, he frowned at the melancholy.

"My mom's an angel, whether she wants to admit it or not. You should try, that's all you can do. For the record, I think you're a good person Alfred. Merry Christmas." Charlotte put the mug up to dry, she goes over and hugs him before running up the steps to her bedroom and shutting the door. Charlotte took a long shower, relishing the feeling of hot water running down her body. After she dried off she dressed in a long black sleeved shirt and black sweatpants, crawling into her king sized bed.

"Goodnight mom, I love you." Charlotte looks at the picture beside her bed, before turning her lamp off.

At some point during the night it had grown quite cold, Charlotte's lamp flickered on waking her up.

"What the hell? Is there a short in this thing?" Charlotte's brows furrow in confusion as she shivers, crossing her arms. Had the heat gone out? A flash of brilliant white light swirled around her, before it morphed into a being that she recognized quite well.

"Daddy?" Charlotte choked out a sob, was she dreaming. Her father was translucent that much was certain but, everything else about him was exactly like she remembered.

"Hi Princess, how's my girl doing?" His accent was still thick as ever, it was all she could do not to cry.

"Not so well daddy, not so well. I miss you. I miss mom. I miss any feeling of having a somewhat normal life." Charlotte sniffed, trying to appear brave.

"I miss you too, I never wanted to leave you darling. That was never the plan...I just got caught up into something I couldn't get myself out of. Your mom's going to wake up, sometime in January. Trust me, I can feel it. Lulu's got a lot of fight in her, the last thing she'd ever do is leave you and your brother unprotected." My father glanced at me fondly, I wished I could hug him.

"I know. You can...sense when someone is going to live? You mean she's going to be alright?" I gasped.

"Yes, I can. Lulu's got a lot to live for, I can feel her thoughts. Right now all she's worried about is getting back to you, that's a promise. I promise you will get your mom back, it just might be longer than you want. I'm glad that your uncle is taking care of you, I'm glad that you have people that take care of you." Valentin wanted to be there with his daughter, he wanted to raise his girl but...that wasn't an option anymore.

"Thank you daddy, I really needed to hear that. I'm glad it came from you. Will I see you again?" Charlotte bit her lip, feeling overwhelmingly tired.

"Charlotte, I will always be with you. You can rest, I'll always be with you." His voice was soothing, as she layed back and shut her eyes she felt a feather like kiss on her forehead. Charlotte would have her mom back in the New Year, that was the best Christmas present she could ever have asked for.