Enterprise Christmas Party (Part Five)

The Fifth and final day is about to start. Everybody is starting to look a little weary after all this partying.

Which guests haven't we spotted yet?

One who is very eye-catching is Vampirella



It's A Wonderful Xmas Enterprise

An invitation Materialized...

"It is for Captain Picard's Christmas Party.." I tell Mirai...

"Do you want to go?" He asks and I nodded...

"Definitely."

Do you really think I would miss it... Especially this one... I love Vic Fontaine and his music... I could listen to him sing forever...

Every year I bring a gift... This year I just bought Xmas Orchid corsages for the Ladies and xmas boutonnières for the men

After I gave the crew their gifts and we were escorted to the Sands Nightclub... I took Mirai by the hand and danced...



"Hello Guys and Dolls... and Merry Christmas... so do we have any requests tonight..." He gestures to the crowd... Since no one is speaking up, I do.

"Winter Wonderland" I ask.

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,
in the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight,
we're happy tonight,
walking in a winter wonderland.

Gone away is the bluebird,
here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song,
as we go along,
walking in a winter wonderland.

In the meadow we can build a snowman,
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say: Are you married?
we'll say: No man,
But you can do the job
when you're in town.

Later on, we'll conspire,
as we dream by the fire
To face unafraid,
the plans that we've made,
walking in a winter wonderland.

In the meadow we can build a snowman,
and pretend that he's a circus clown
We'll have lots of fun with mister snowman,
until the other kids knock him down.

When it snows, ain't it thrilling,
Though your nose gets a chilling
We'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way,
walking in a winter wonderland.

Walking in a winter wonderland,
walking in a winter wonderland.

After several wonderful songs we stop to say hello and have some Bloodwine... (actual blood wine not the Klingon stuff)

Bev and Jean-Luc walk up... "Vampi, we have a special gift for you."

I blush, "Oh you didn't have too.." As I open the flat present, the Captain waves Vic to come over...

"Oh My it's a Vic Fontaine CD..." I blush again

"I hear you really dig my sound." Vic says and then with a wink offers to sign my CD...

After he returns my CD signed he looks at my husband and points to his purple hair, "Crazy man."

Then Vic returns to sing and I and Mirai go back to dancing...

I look over to my son dancing with his girlfriend and my daughter dancing and having fun with Vic... "Glad we brought the kids?" Mirai asks...

"Yes Christmas is about sharing and being together... It is about family, at least it is for me.." I say...

I dance with the Captain for a dance while Mirai dances one with Bev during which I took the opportunity to ask Jean-Luc, "Why is Worf dress like an elf?"

I asked Vic for a nice slow song and I pulled my husband close. Mirai and I looked up at the sound of bells and magically mistletoe appeared...

"Didn't this happen last year?" I ask and he nodded and pointed.. Sure enough there was Novy shaking her hi-ni and saying...

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

Mirai and I kissed and continued to dance...

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Curmudgeon has been circulating....

I was pleased, at first, to receive the Captain’s invitation to the Enterprise Christmas Party (I’d had such a good time last year, even with the Borg waitstaff), but my initial elation quickly subsided when I noticed that this year’s party would be conducted in the Holodeck.

Although I am Captain Picard’s guest, and have my own assigned quarters, I am somehow able to move back and forth readily between the ship and 21st Century Chicago. I am not certain how this works; I am simply grateful that it does work.

It has, in fact, been my observation that most 24th Century technology works very well indeed, with hardly ever a malfunction. The Holodeck, however, does not conform to this pattern. I’ve never been inside before – the Holodeck is for crew recreation and training – but I’ve been on board the ship when it’s gone berserk: Red Alert is sounded and I have to run back to my quarters and hide under the bunk until the klaxons stop. I’ve researched it in the ship’s computer, but I can’t find proof that the Holodeck is made by some corporate successor to Microsoft. This, however, remains my suspicion.



I ran into Commander LaForge soon after I received the invite and I tried to explain my concerns to him. Unfortunately, the conversation didn’t go too well. I tried to be nonchalant about it. “So, Geordi,” I said, “I hear the Christmas Party will be in the Holodeck this year.”

“Yes,” he said, “isn’t it exciting? Trisha – Ensign Lewis – is replicating a ‘little black dress’ for the occasion and I’m to wear a tuxedo. I think in the 20th Century it was sometimes called a ‘monkey suit’ and sometimes a ‘penguin suit,’ isn’t that right, Curmudgeon?”

As I started to confirm that, Commander Data, who was walking in the corridor with LaForge, interrupted. “I am quite sure that even in the 20th Century it was well understood that there was only the most tenuous taxonomic connection between monkeys and penguins; therefore, I fail to see why such very different appellations were applied to that particular garment, although –” He broke off in mid-sentence when Geordi turned and glared at him. I can’t explain how I knew he was glaring behind that visor of his, but I could tell. So could Data. “Sorry,” he said.

“I’m sorry, gentlemen,” I tried again, “I know you’re both very busy. It’s just, well, Commander LaForge, surely you’ve noticed that there are problems sometimes with the Holodeck – I was thinking, could I make a contribution to the Engineering Department coffee fund so that you could put an extra crewman or two on a thorough check –?”

I stopped in mid-sentence, too, because LaForge was now glaring at me. “Curmudgeon,” he said, rather brusquely, “we don’t use money in the 24th Century and we don’t need ‘incentives’ to do the best job possible.” He paused then, and his aspect softened just a bit; perhaps he realized that the service record of the Holodeck has been less than exemplary. “Maybe,” he conceded, “it wouldn’t hurt to have someone do an additional diagnostic. I’ll get Barclay to do it – yes, thank you for the suggestion, Curmudgeon.”

With that dismissal, LaForge and Data continued on. I remained behind wondering if I hadn’t made a bad situation even worse: Barclay!

Rumor had it that Ensign Britney and Mirror T’Pol and some Starfleet big-shot, Ted Albright, were going to be steered to a separate “VIP Lounge” for the duration of the real party – the “lounge” being a cell in the Brig redecorated for the occasion – and I seriously considered going there instead. But only for a little while. I grew up listening to singers like Bobby Darin – his recording of “Mack the Knife” was on every jukebox in any decent saloon – and this Vic Fontaine fellow – well, if he’s not the spitting image of Bobby Darin, he could be his brother. I really did want to see him live and in person – or at least as live and in person as one can be if one is a self-aware hologram.

I got my tux out of mothballs.

The doors to the Holodeck were wide open when I rounded the corner. I almost bumped into Empress Bee. “They’ll have chocolate here, won’t they, Curmy?” she asked. “If Troi had anything to do with the menu planning they will,” I assured her. Then I had a question. “Do you think they’ll keep these doors open all night?” That would make me feel better, I thought, as I stepped through the doorway.

The Sands was magnificent. The band was swinging, but not overpowering. I didn’t see any actual gaming tables, but it sure seemed as if someone must be losing their nest egg in the room next door to this lounge. And surely Frank and Dino and Sammy and Peter Lawford and Joey Bishop would stop by before long. Guinan was tending bar.

“Merry Christmas, Guinan,” I said, as I ordered my vodka on the rocks. “Has the Captain arrived yet?” She indicated a table across the way where a manageable line of guests had queued up to pay their respects to the Captain and Dr. Crusher. I took my drink intending to join the line. But I wondered if Guinan knew: “Do you know if they’re planning to keep those doors open all night, Guinan?” Guinan just shrugged enigmatically. She does that a lot, I’ve noticed. So I took my leave, making sure, as I crossed the room, that the doors were still open.

That’s how I almost spilled my drink on Ellee Seymour. I apologized for not watching where I was going. She introduced me to one of her sons – he has aspirations of making it in show business, she reminded me, and she thought this would be a good experience for him. I wished them both a Merry Christmas – which I quickly amended to Happy Christmas – because I understand the English prefer that.

I didn’t sneak another glance at the doorway until I was safely in line. Lois Lane was in front of me, chatting with Ladeedah. Jadzia Dax and Worf got in line behind me. I greeted them all, sipping my drink and feeling my tension subside a bit with each sip. My progress toward relaxation was slowed somewhat by Worf’s response to my Christmas greeting: “It is a good day to die,” he growled. But then, I rationalized, he always says that.

I finally got to the front of the line. Dr. Crusher favored me with a peck on the cheek and I blushed. Picard shook my hand. “Thank you for coming,” he said. “Thank you for inviting me,” I said and then – well, I was about to thank him for leaving the doors to the Holodeck open – when, from the corner of my eye, I saw the doors close. And everyone saw the lights flicker.

I started looking for somewhere to hide.

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Here that well known space traveller and Presidential Candidate, Jon, Intergalactic Gladiator



My wife and I rocketed into warp and fired through time towards the Enterprise Christmas party. The trip was uneventful (as warping through space and time typically is), but my wife, who is unaccustomed to such journeys was very impressed.

“Oooh, the colors,” she said as she looked out the window. “I haven’t seen anything like this since college.”

I chuckled at her comment as we dropped out of warp and aimed for the shuttle bay of the starship. After the ramp of the Danger Sled clanged to the deck, we exited my space plane and were immediately met by the scowling face of Lt. Worf.

“Welcome to the Enterprise,” the security chief growled. “Please follow me to the party but I must warn you about getting into any altercations like last year. Don’t do it.”

“Altercations?” Patricia looked at me. “You were in an altercation?”

“Hudson,” I explained.

“Oh,” she nodded understandingly.

“Don’t worry, Lieutenant,” I said. “I left the troublemaker behind. I give you my word as an Intergalactic Gladiator that I will not cause any trouble on board your ship.”

Worf seemed unconvinced.

“Don’t worry,” my wife said. “If he causes any trouble, he’ll have to answer to me.”

“Very well,” the Klingon cracked a slight grin as he ushered us into the holodeck. “Enjoy the festivities.”

Patricia’s jaw dropped as she looked around the place.

“Wow, it looks just like a casino in here,” she said. “And this is all holograms?”

“Yep.”

“How do people keep from bumping into each other if the room isn’t as big as it looks?”

“I have no idea,” I said. Then something caught my eye. It appeared to be a brain floating in a jar of some kind of liquid. Lt. Commander Data was standing next to it and seemed to be talking to it as well.

A woman dressed like a 20’s-style gangster with a slightly bored look on her face was standing next to the two.

“Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator, nice to meet you,” Commander Riker pumped my hand excitedly. “And who is the good looking mol you got here?”

“Commander Riker, this is my wife Patricia. Patricia, this is Commander Riker.”

They shook hands and exchanged greetings before Riker turned back to me. “Jon, I have to warn you. Have a good time, but don’t start anything with any of the other guests.”

“It’s OK,” I explained. “I left Hudson at home.”

“Oh, OK,” Riker grinned. “By all means, enjoy the party.”

“One thing,” I said. “Can you tell me what that brain in a jar is over there? Is it some kind of Klingon war trophy or something?”

“Not quite,” Riker laughed. “That brain is Dr. Nemonok. He’s from your time and is apparently the galaxy’s greatest psychiatrist. Or was, I’m not sure. The woman with him is related to of one of our crew members.”

“Distant relative, I bet,” I laughed back. Something’s not right here. “Why are they looking at me like that? At least she is, I can’t quite tell what that brain’s doing.”

“Jon, don’t start anything,” Patricia warned. “We haven’t even had a chance to dance yet.”

“Hey don’t worry,” I gave her my best roguish grin. “I won’t. It’s Christmas.”

I strapped on my friendliest smile as I walked towards the unusual duo. If I could make a guess, I would say that the brain was agitated about something. They appeared to be conversing and the woman was talking to him quietly through her teeth.

“Hi, I’m Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator,” I said as amiably as possible. “I noticed you two from over there. Do I know you?”

“Please, I am sure that you know of me,” the brain replied with just a hint of disdain. “I am Dr. Nemonok.”

“Yeah, I don’t know,” I shook my head. Then the significance of his name dawned on me. “Normally, I don’t forget a face. Uh, no offense.”

“None taken, of course,” he replied. Wow, if a brain could sneer I’d be looking at it right now. “I am sure we never met before, but as your reputation precedes you, I was certain that mine preceded me.”

“Right,” I said. He’s definitely with Galactor the Evil Galactic Overlord. I have to play this cool, though. “Oh yeah sure, I know you. You’re a psychiatrist, right? Didn’t you lose your license?”

“Yes of course. It was taken away from me,” Nemonok replied, endeavoring to contain his tension. “You know how these government bodies are. All red tape, heh heh.”

“Tell me about it,” I chuckled back as disarmingly as possible. “Hey, you’re on that Who Wants to be a Supervillain show too, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am on that show,” he answered cautiously.

“Ha ha, I love that show! You guys are too much,” I laughed. “Well, I have to get going, if I don’t dance with my wife, she’ll skin me alive.”

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With the Party now is
>Nic



When I got the communiqué from Captain Picard for this year's Christmas Party I started making all sorts of grand plans. After all, the last two years had been very good to me. and I could hardly wait to see what was in store for this year. Little did I know that circumstances here on Earth would change my point of view about Christmas this year . . . I'm afraid that I arrived in a bit of a bitter mood but Captain Picard, dear soul that he is, had a bit of a surprise in store for me.

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"What do you mean you're not going?"

I couldn't believe my ears. The man I had been seeing had just told me that not only was he not going to the Enterprise Christmas Party with me, a first since I had never invited anyone to go with me before, but that he had been seeing someone else other than me and had decided that he was going to continue seeing her – and not me. He had been the first guy I'd dated in a long time. What I fool I'd been to open myself up. GAH!

"I'm sorry for not being forthcoming with you but I wanted to keep my options open until I was sure. " The little weasel had the temerity to look uncomfortable as he was gauging me for a reaction. He had better be wary.

"So in other words you're telling me that you decided you weren't sure about me . . . you lied to me. "

"I wouldn't call it lying, I just . . . didn't tell you. "

I arched my left eyebrow and looked down my nose at him. Anyone who knew me knew that two things I really hated were lying and cheating and here was someone who had done both. "You lied by omission. You never told me that this was some sort of competition for your affections " I spat out. "Well, she can have you because I no longer want you. Get. Out. Now."

I sighed. I had just lied to myself there. Of course I still wanted him. We had been great together and all of our mutual friends thought we were the perfect couple. I just didn't get it.

"I don't want to hurt you – "

"Too late for that", I spat out. "No, be honest, it's not that you didn't want to hurt me, it's that you just didn't want me. GET. OUT. NOW!" My blood was starting to boil. Nobody knew the dark me inside that I kept under strict lock and key but he was coming dangerously close to finding out. I reached for the side pocket in my camo pants. He picked the wrong day to tell me that he was choosing someone else. Someone I didn't even know I had been sharing this man with.

I had practiced with my throwing knives earlier in the day and was about to use him as a target. Something in my voice, or maybe my face, made him think better of sticking around and trying to explain more. All that would have served to do was put more fuel on the fire.

"You're a great girl, really awesome, wonderful . . . I . . . I'm sorry. "

"GET! OUT! NOW! "

As he hurried out the door I hurled a blade in his direction and it hit the door frame where his head had just been. He looked back at me with a white face and gulped as he realized just how serious I was.

Sometimes with these oblivious military men, you have to do something extreme to make a point and I hoped I had made mine that I wasn't someone to mess with. I sank down to the sofa cushions as the door closed and put my face in my hands. Four months I had wasted on that sorry sack of . . . well, no matter. Thanks to him my party mood was ruined but I couldn't let my dear Captain Picard down.

Somehow, I didn't think this year's party would be quite as fun as the previous years. *SIGH*

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As I exited the transporter, I was escorted by one of the red-shirts, you know, the expendable crew, to the Sands night club. In keeping with the theme of the Sands, I decided to wear a short, tight, black patent leather dress with black, knee-high go-go boots. Though I felt dangerous, almost Emma Peel-ish, my hair and makeup was more of the Audrey Hepburn "Breakfast At Tiffany's" style. The dangerous feeling was a fun feeling for once and my adrenaline was exceptionally high. Anything could happen tonight.

"Nic, there you are. I was afraid you weren't going to make it after hearing what happened to you. "

I turned in the direction of the booming voice that came from my lovely friend. Picard was there with Bev, who looked resplendent in a revealing red wraparound dress with a rose.

"Now Captain, you know I wouldn't miss the party come hell, high water or jerks. " I gave the Captain a huge hug, glad to see him again. He had always been one of my biggest supporters, encouragers and dearest friends. It might seem out of character for him to some but then again, I always knew a different side to him.

Beverly came forward and wrapped me in a strong, prolonged hug, which greatly surprised me. "After all you did to calm the melee from last year's party, we are so glad that you showed up. Chin up, dear. Never let them see you cry. "

"Who me?" I laughed at that one. "I don't cry. I don't allow myself to cry. "

Beverly flashed a look of concern to Picard that I pretended not to notice.

"Yes, well, come in, let's get you some refreshments. After your trip from Earth, you must be thirsty. Italian Margarita, if memory serves me correctly." Captain Picard started to guide me toward the bar.

"Actually, I'm in the mood for some dirty house tequila shooters tonight. " Thinking about being solo, yet again, I needed something strong to keep the bad girl inside of me under control.

"Er, um, sure thing Nic. Right this way. "

As I got to the bar I saw my old bartender friend Isaac again. He already had some shooters rimmed with salt and some sliced limes lined up for me.

"How did – ?"

"Heeeyyyyyy! Yeah, they gave me a special implant for tonight that allows me to pick up people drink requests automatically. "

Hmmmm, I wonder if it would work for other things.

One tequila, two tequila, three, tequila . . . floor

Ok, well, not floor, but my mood was steadily improving through the haze of the tart tequila and limes though I still felt dangerous. I turned to look around and saw for the first time the opulence of the Sands.

Vic Fontaine was singing the classic Christmas standard, "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree " and speaking of the tree . . . it stood at a massive 15 feet tall at least and was done in the white plastic branches that were actually popular in the 60's. The ornaments were old style balls and the little bubble lights and tinsel hung from everywhere. Presents were piled high all around and it seemed that there was one for everyone in attendance. I was curious to see what Picard would have for me.

Guinan had a massive feast set up that reminded me of that once scene in the movie, "A Christmas Carol " where the Ghost of Christmas Present is sitting next to a table laden to the ceiling with food. It was going to be some good eats for everyone tonight.

The later it got, the louder the people and the music got and I needed some more tequila to deal with the hullabaloo. I mingled with the crew. Chatted with Deanna and Will. Believe it or not, I think Will lost a few pounds from last year. I mentioned it to Deanna.

"Girdle."

"What? Really? " That wasn't something one heard every day.

"Oh yeah. He's a little vain, as you know, and he can't keep away from the donuts so he needs a little help to keep up the façade of being in shape. It's a real pain to tighten it. I barely have the strength to keep the girth contained." She sighed and looked over at Worf. I felt a little uncomfortable as her eyes virtually undressed him from across the room, so I left and walked over to the tree again to see if I could find my present.

I was mesmerized once again by the soft glow of the lights. What would have been horribly tacky in some other place was beautiful here at the Sands. Some of the kids had gathered around the tree and it made me wistful for my own daughter who was staying with my mom tonight so that I could be here. She would really have loved this. My eyes started to get misty and the lights on the tree sparkled even brighter under the tears. I furiously fanned my eyes to get them to disappear. I. Don't. Cry.

*SMACK*

Without blinking I whipped around and whoever had slapped my rear end hard was on the ground faster than one could say, "Jack Sprat"; the knife I had slipped from my boot against their neck.

"I. Hate. My. Rear. Being. Smacked." I forced the words through my gritted teeth.

"Hey, back off! I can do what I want because it's Britney, bi– "



I cuffed her temple hard and knocked her out. "That's enough of that. Filthy language at a Christmas Party around kids. I think NOT!"

Picard came over with a look of concern on his face. "Oh dear. I let Ensign Britney out for a few minutes because she promised she would behave if I would let her be part of the festivities for once. "

"And you believed her?" I shook my head.

"Don't worry, she's going back in the brig." Captain Picard motioned for security droids to come and take her away.

After watching them exit he looked at me and smiled and said, "Now, it's time for presents. "

"But aren't you Santa every year?"

"Yes, but I felt this year that Will's, ahem, belly shook more like jelly than mine. " He ran his hands over his trim waist and I laughed.

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After all the presents had been given out, and there were some really neat ones, I still had not been given mine yet. I wasn't going to say anything though because that would be petty.

"I'll bet you're wondering where your gift is" , Beverly said with a kind tone to her voice. I didn't say anything and the gentleness of her voice was grating on my nerves causing my fists to clench. NOT! GOOD!

Vic was singing "Blue Christmas" now and it sure did seem like one.

"Every year you show up here alone and you have fun and enjoy yourself, especially last year, but this year you had a bit of a shock to your heart right before coming so we thought we would do something special for you. " Deanna looked at me with understanding in her eyes and I started to calm down a bit.

I looked around and saw all of my Enterprise friends had moved in and I started to get a little concerned at just what they had planned.

"Close your eyes, Nic." The way that Captain Picard had phrased it made it clear it was an order and not a request. I was hesitant but I did it anyway and waited.

"Mommy!"

My heart leapt in my chest and I opened my eyes. There was my daughter all dressed up in a beautiful holiday dress with her beautiful, thick hair cascading down her back in curls.

She ran to me and hugged me with all the love her little 6 year old arms could muster.

Suddenly the back up singers burst out with the Mariah Carey version of "All I Want for Christmas is You " and, dammit, my eyes started tearing up.

I looked at Captain Picard. "How– How did you know? "

"Christmas is a time to spend with family and friends. Those you love. I couldn't think of a better gift to give you than to have your daughter be here with you this year at the party instead of being home while you're here alone. " My dear Captain smiled and came forward to give me a hug and then he slipped me a handkerchief to wipe my tears away.

"Thank you. Thank all of you! This is the very best present I could have been given this year. A reminder of what real love is about."

I hugged my little girl for several seconds and gave her kisses and then she and I went out to dance on the floor as holographic snow started to fall.

It had turned out to be a wonderful party after all!

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What a way to end the guests viewpoints!

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Just time now for my own!

Things have been tough to maintain. The brig has been starting to fill up. Britney and T'Pol have occupied it. Even when I let the tearaway Ensign out, who was wearing her Dr Martens boots and black PVC mini dress she was back in within half an hour.

There have been dancing duels between Riker and Worf. At least it brought a lot of entertainment.

I must say, there have been a few unexpected guests. The Borg Queen turned up, but fortunately Reg Barclay managed to keep her entertained, and she now happily dances the Foxtrot with him.

I'm not sure what has happened to Seven Of Nine and Sky. We expected trouble from them, but they vanished for a while.. Two young women who nobody recognises appeared later though.

Very strange.

Bev's outfit for the Party could be called my Christmas present.



A beautiful woolen red dress; she even bought a rose to give me. I'll be sure to find that mistletoe this evening!

I heard something about Riker being attacked by a giant donut earlier, but thought I must have misheard, due to the high amount of Klingon Bloodwine and Romulan Ale I had consumed.

"All right, everybody." says Vic, "The Party will soon be coming to a close. Time to dance with those you care about."

Riker holds Deanna, Karena brings Wesley on to the floor, Trisha Lewis and Geordi are ready, Data gets Jennifer Baxter, Britney picks her best friend T'Pol, Worf holds Jadzia, Ro Laren takes Reg Barclay, which annoys the Borg Queen, Seven Of Nine chooses Sky, and I have a smiling Beverly.

The band plays a slow version of "White Christmas."

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten,
and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

Vic then sings a slow, moochy version of 'Have Yourselves A Merry Little Christmas'

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.

Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.

Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself A merry little Christmas now.

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"Happy Christmas everybody!" Vic calls out.

Beverly and I kiss.

"Happy Christmas, Jean-Luc."

"Happy Christmas, Beverly."


Beverly gives me the rose, which I wear.

Time to find that mistletoe!

HAPPY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!
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