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❝𝕺𝖚𝖙𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖉𝖔𝖌, 𝖆 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖓'𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉. 𝕴𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖉𝖔𝖌, 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉,❞

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| December, 1st 1964 |

1:34 pm

Charlotte's POV

"I can't believe it's already the holiday season!" Charlotte gasped, admiring the newly displayed decorations scattered around the city.

Months had gone by and John's lustful feelings only grew more desperate. He didn't understand why he was hung up on this one particular bird, but he was aware that she definitely had an impact on his life. Once while he was shagging a random bird outside of a pub, he accidentally moaned the name 'Charlotte' instead of whatever the woman's name was (he didn't care to remember).

George and Charlotte's relationship only deepened as the days went by. With every passing second, the two only loved each other more and more. They were walking down the snow-covered sidewalk (George of course in disguise) and gazing longingly at the items advertised in the shop windows.

"What should we get the boys?" Charlotte thought aloud, placing a finger on her chin thoughtfully.

"Hmm, maybe we should do Secret Santa," George shrugged, staring at Charlotte's face enraptured.

"Ooooo, that's a great idea, we should do a party as well," She looked up at the man walking beside her.

"Yeah!" He nodded in agreement.

"Let's go get some decorations," Charlotte began running down the crowded sidewalk, and George followed with a large grin on his face.

...

"So, we've got an idea boys," She stood in the recording studio, the four men sitting in a semi-circle in front of her.

"What?" John questioned, looking around at the numerous Christmas decorations hung up on the walls and garland wrapped around the microphone stands (all done by Charlotte).

"All five of us are gonna do a Christmas party with Secret Santa!" Charlotte cheered, obviously the most excited out of the group.

"Can Mo come?" Ringo requested.

"Yeah! Of course! The more the merrier!," She smiled widely.

"Ey, Georgie," John whispered. "Why is yer bird so jumpy about this?"

"Oh, Christmas is her favorite holiday," George nonverbally 'awwed' with hearts in his eyes.

"So when is this gonna happen?" Paul asked, surprisingly interested in the plan.

"The party will be on December twenty-fourth, a Thursday, and Secret Santa will be the next day," She explained.

"Great, that sounds nice, John, do you wanna go?" Ringo leaned forward in his chair to get a glance at the man.

"Yeah, why not?" He replied. "When are we gonna choose names?"

"How about now? I'm sure Brian has some sort of container lying around here," Charlotte's voice trailed off as she spoke, beginning to search for something.