A day off (Beatle fan fiction)

Chapter 13

George's P.O.V.

My eyes snap open. Today is Christmas! I don't believe in santa, being in high school and being Catholic, but I run downstairs to see what I got from dad and mum. But first, I go to the broom cupboard. and pull out a small wrapped box, consisting of a silver bracelet with a small charm that says 'Mum' on it. Then I pull out another wrapoed box, holding a tie that I saw my dad looking at the other day. I out them under the tree.

"Good morning George! Hapy Christmas! " mum says cheerfully.

"Happy Christmas, mum," I reply.

"Well, go on an' open yer gifts!" dad laughs.

I see three gifts for me The first one is a new Elvis record. The next one is a new shirt. Then I spy the last one. It's a huge box! I tear the paper off, and gasp at the wonder I see.  It's the newest, gearest, orangy, twelve string guitar that everyone wants! I pick it up carefully and strum it. It works perfectly! (AN I know Geo didnt get a 12string until later, but just deal with it! he's happy and thats all that matters!)

"Thank you so much!" I whisper.

Paul's P.O.V.

"WAKE UP PAUL, ITS CHRISTMAS!!" Mike shouts.

I groan and sit up. I look at my alarm and it reads 5:30. I get out of bed and folow Mike. I see some parcels under the tree. Mike is already opening his. I see dad.

"Happy Christmas, dad," I say

"Happy Christmas,  Paul," he says back to me. 

But he looks sad. This is the first Christmas without mum. But I try to forget that fact. I go over to the tree and open my parcel.  It's an Elvis record. Me and mum always listened to him. I start to cry. I can see mum dancing to these songs.

"Happy Christmas,  mum," I whisper.

Jaz's P.O.V.

I wake up from a pleasant dream. Paul and I were all grown ip and married. We had two kids: James and Amanda. Then Paul had promised he would love me forever.

I snap out of my daze and remember that it's Christmas!  Before I rush downstairs,  I go to my small closet amd take out a medium-sized box. In it is a variety of teas: green, jasmine, black, lemon, camomile, ect. I had also added a tea cup with L's printed all over it. Then I rush downstairs like a small child. Yay! I love Christmas! So do I! Then January 2nd is my birthday!

Linda is waiting downstairs for me.

"Merry Christmas, Linda!" I shout.

"Happy Christmas, Jaz! Thank you so much!" she exclaimed, tearing open the gift I thrusted in her hands.

"Ooh! I jest simply adore tea!" she remarked happily, "Here's your gift!"

I take the package she hands me, and open it carefully. Inside lies the second book of The Chronicles of Narnia. And I just happen to love this particular book!

"Oh, thank you Linda! I love books! Especially this one!" I throw my arms around Linda, glad to have suxh an amazing relative to spend Christmas with.

John's P.O.V.

I wake up crying. I remember it's Christmas. I don't want to open gifts, I just want my mum. Then I remember that she's dead. I lay in bed for a few more hours, feeling miserable.

"John?"  Mimi asks, poking her head in my room.

"Yeah?"

"Aren't you coming to open up your gifts?"

"No. I don't want any."

Mimi enters and gives me a hug. "John, I miss her, too. But let's enjoy right now."

She hands me a box. I glance at her,  then open it. I pull out a picture frame. It's a picture of me and mum last Christmas. I stare at it,  then set it on my bedside table, so I can always look at it.

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A.N. wow, this was pretty bittersweet. and I'm sorry for not updating! But tell me, what do you like for Christmas? I like books and- surprisingly like Dumbledore- socks. Yes, I love socks!

Peach out,

Brianna <3