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Forever Knight's Nick is not mine.

I wrote this after re-reading my holiday offerings of last year:
Holiday Fairs Have Something For Everyone parts I & II

It's real short, so how much of a waste of time can it be to read, eh? <g>
(And remember its Christmastime before you send any smart alek replies!)

"Kyer!"

With a small groan as I tore myself away from Enya's newest cd in five
years.  It wasn't traditional music for an Eve Before Christmas Eve, but I
was already rather sick of the repeated sounds of "Grandma Was Run Over By A
Reindeer" coming thru CERK by this time...

"What is it, Milord?"

My Knight in Snow-Speckled Winter Gear looked frantic as he clicked the
remote for the security blinds and started piling big, heavy stuff in front
of the fireplace.

"Help me blockade the loft!  He's gone crazier than Martha Stewart on a
sugar high!"

Now, *that* was a scary picture.  I looked around for any
'I-am-mortal-woman-hear-my-aching-bones-roar' sized stuff to pile in front
of the mantel's huge open maw.

Until I realized something.

"Milord?" I queried as he kept blurrying past me like The Flash with a hot
foot, "Why are we stopping up the fireplace?  Won't Lacroix just drop from
the skylight like he usually does?

(It was because of this that I had, in fact, chosen for his Christmas gift a
skylight-sized doggy door for his General Nuisanceness to use, which I
planned to finangle Screed into installing the next night.  Picking out tiny
shards of shattered glass from the furniture after Daddy Dearest's visits
was not fun.)

He stopped in his tracks and gazed at me like a Christmas turkey staring at
the farmer sharpening his axe.

"What?  Is he coming too?!"

"Okaaay..." I sighed, plopping down on the leather couch.  "What did you
do?"

"Uh..you remember last year when I had to loan Santa my Caddy 'cause his
sleigh got trashed after that slight scuffle we had?"

I sat there for a whole five seconds just blinking at him.

He didn't.  He wouldn't.  He couldn't.

The anguished puppy-dog look replaced the scared turkey one.

He did.

I buried my head in my hands and commanded in a muffled voice, "Details,
Milord.  Fork over the details."

Before the 'little' green commandos laughingly called 'elves' got here.  It
seemed what with the rising crime rate, Santa had in recent years taken to
posting 'Help Wanted' ads via the "Steroids & Muscles" rag mag classifieds.

Nick looked anxiously in the direction of the northern window, where the
sounds of angry 'Ho, Ho, Ho's could be heard getting louder.

"You remember Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer?" he asked, eyes glued to the
window.

"The one right next to Blitzen who you tried to snack on last year?  Yes," I
replied with all of the patience I could muster considering that unless
Lacroix showed up with reinforcements real soon, we were going to see The
Ugly Side Of Jolly: Part Deux.

"Well...." Nick wrung his hands, "let's just say that his *nose* isn't the
only part of his face that lights up anymore."

I wonder if the Inka has an extra room for rent?..
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