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Cutiiies 😩❄💙

So what it was..what a week or so after thanksgiving. When the Christmas songs started and and folks started decorating. Especially the shops about town and Delphic Books and Bauble was no exception. 

She always loved the Holiday seasons,.. even..with everything and twenty eight years in Storybrooke  had been semi lonely with memories..of..memories?..false memories at that. Even the Lost Year had been semi rough as Christmas/Yule approached as she and the gang we’re traveling and searching but they had finally. Been able to get close to her home by Christmas despite all the mishaps and even more so she and Dor and faithful and stalwart companions had found each other.  

Needless to say..this one was semi bitter sweet. They we’re back in StoryBrooke and apart from part from their family, friends and people. (they’d been trying to get the magic mirrors working  again at least so they could talk to them etc. Maybe they’d get a small Christmas miracle. But even so she was grateful and intended to celebrate to the fullest. Hence the songs playing as they decorated and cooked in shifts in the kitchenette in the back.  

She began to hum as one of her favorites drifted over the speakers. LeAnn Rimes’ version of ‘We need a little Christmas. 

‘Haul out the holly; Put up the tree before my spirit falls again. Fill up the stocking, I may be rushing things, but deck the halls again now.’

She slightly closed her eyes as pauses for a minute, wearing her reindeer sweater, antlers and mid selecting an ornament for one of the trees about the shop. They’d been working on the one near the fireplace. As her voice joined in and she added another brightly colored golden bulb, to the green, blue ones. near the silver bells.

For we need a little Christmas Right this very minute, Candles in the window, Carols at the spinet. Yes, we need a little Christmas Right this very minute. It hasn't snowed a single flurry, But Santa, dear, we're in a hurry;

The stockings we’re already along the mantel. Different than the ones at home. Heck especially from ones that we’re actual thick woolen ones they would use in The Enchanted Forest/Mist Haven. If she tried hard enough she could almost so so easily slip into her happy place and imagine that she was in front the fireplace in her and Dor’s master bedroom. For just a moment.

Hear the bells from the chapel, and the town clock in the village of Oakridge. Powdered with the first snow.

‘So climb down the chimney;

Put up the brightest string of lights I've ever seen. Slice up the fruitcake; It's time we hung some tinsel on that evergreen bough.’

The Christmas roses and wreath she picked, and tied up  herself. That they’d bring to her parents stone and the memorial for her dear brother. Who had wanted to go the way there ancestors on their mother’s side  had on a ship pyre as any hero should. Oh Connor. She had to quickly wipe her face. Even after all this time..she still missed them greatly. 

‘For I've grown a little leaner,

Grown a little colder, Grown a little sadder, Grown a little older, And I need a little angel Sitting on my shoulder, Need a little Christmas now.’