Or should I say, Deck the HallTanner held his glass of wine tightly in his hand as he viewed the crowd, he had always been wary of these type of parties, the type that had too many people putting on extravagant dresses, overly expensive shawls and suits that cost thousands of dollars, for no other reason than to show off.The type that all they did was to discuss their new club memberships, or the new yatchs or cars they had bought, the new companies they had acquired, for the ladies they new shoes or bags or anything of the sorts.Even if it was a Christmas party, for them it was another chance to dress up, the women were in extravagant white or red dresses, the men in Armani suits, drinking and eating and making new contacts, the only reason why Tanner was there was because of his father.As he had predicted, a day after his mother's death anniversary, the old

Is You"So, since Christmas is about sharing of gifts and all, and we are spending the Christmas together, what do you want for Christmas?" She asked when they had finally finished their food and their bellies were full."I think I have already gotten my own Christmas present," Tanner said and Katrina looked at him weirdly, they had been together since Christmas Eve and she was pretty sure that Santa did not sneak into the house in the middle of the night and a plant a gift for Tanner."I am serious Tanner, I actually want to get you a gift and you are rejecting it.""I am also serious, I have already gotten my gift." His conviction made Kat curious, which was quite ironic since curiousity killed the cat, the cat that she sincerely hoped was not her."So, tell me, what did you want for Christmas that you already have?" She asked unable to

Or Wedding BellsKatrina felt something undeniably wet on her face, she settled back, her eyes still covered with the daze of sleep and made herself comfortable on the bed. As she was going back to the land of sleep, the wet substance rubbed her face again, this time it was accompanied by something soft."Skippy, will you stop?" She exclaimed, holding her little dog and carrying her from her face where she seemed to contently licking. Yes, yes, Katrina had finally got the dog that she wanted, Skippy was a small white poodle that did not seem to understand that his fur was actually white as he kept on rolling about in any thing dirty and jumping, yipping, basically happily playing, everywhere, with no care that his fur was white, Katrina absolutely loved him."Merry Christmas Sis," her sister shouted from outside her door and Katrina smiled wistfully, it had been one whole year since the last Christmas, which was the most of eventful one of her life and so much had occurred after then.