‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring… except for the fox. In fact, Lexi hadn’t been sleeping well for the past two days. But, it was Christmas Eve and it seemed that everyone else was asleep in their beds with visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads – or something along those lines. Padding barefoot downstairs to the kitchen, the sash of her red silk robe was tied into a loose knot.
Now, the vixen was no gourmet cook, nor was she very adept at baking. This was not going to keep her from making an attempt at baking some cookies and fixing some fudge. It never seemed that hard when she’d watched her mother or other people. Plus, she knew exactly where the fire extinguisher was in case of an emergency. Besides, since the thought of buying presents for her pack mates had completely slipped her mind, perhaps this would make up for it.
After a moment’s thought, she went upstairs to grab her laptop, the better to look up recipes and play Christmas music quietly. Hopefully, she wouldn’t wake anyone, but in a house of lycanthropes that was always iffy. Still, she did move about as quietly as possible as she mixed things, put batter on baking sheets, and shoved it in the oven. ***** The sun was just appearing through the windows as she finished with her night’s work. Spread out on the counter, each with their own plastic-wrapped plate and bow, were the items she’d baked. There were butterscotch brownies, sugar cookies, gingerbread cookies, rum balls, lemon dream bars, and little knot cookies. In the refrigerator, so that it wouldn’t melt, was the fudge: mint chocolate, plain chocolate, chocolate and walnuts, and chocolate cherry.
Each plate of cookies or fudge had a card indicating what the plate held, typed rather than handwritten, and bore the initials ‘S.C.’ in the bottom corner. Yes, she would play it off as Santa Claus’ work rather than her own. Just think what it would do to her tough-girl image if people knew she could bake.
Lips twitched slightly, quite pleased with herself. There was just one thing left to do before she went to sit down… fix the morning coffee. Once the smell of the warm brew permeated the kitchen, she fixed a mug for herself and took it off to the living room where she could lounge in comfort while she waited for the pack to wake up.
It was heading toward midnight and still the damn things where not done. Loke was up to her neck in wrapping paper, ribbons and tags, locked contently in her room. She of course had waited to the last minute to wrap everything, so no one knew who was getting what. At some time during the night she heard Lexi pad down the hallway before heading downstairs, and then shortly after the warm smell of baking cookies. Her stomach grummbled loudly in protest but it was ignored as she continued to wrap, tape and curl ribbons.
It was nearly four before she emerged from her room loaded down with the four black garbage bags in her hands and the Christmas tree. Okay so it wasn't a tree, but it would make due for the house. A bit of Hawaii brought back. Stealing quietly down the stairs she couldn't help but grin, like some kind of sick Sandy Claws. When she could see Lexi, she signaled for silence with a finger and a wink. Although her hands where kind of full so they didn't make it to her lips to do the univeral sign.
Heading into the living room the small Palm tree she had was set on the coffee table in the middle of the room before the bags where set down. Digging into the bags she started to arrange the mass of presents on the floor around the coffee table, under it, as well as all over it. In the end it looked like a massive erruption of red and green colored paper and rainbow ribbons. Nodding to herself she reached into the back pocket of her jeans and lifted the stack of pictures out. No bigger then a folded dollar bill each picture was laminated and had a hook poking through the top. These where set into the fronds of the palm tree. Each was a picture of the current pack members, those that chose a different path from Hawaii and those that had been lost. Although those had been the hardest to get, stealing them away from the owners or photo albums and copying them before returning them before they could be missed. Nodding at the little scene of happiness she grinned. Most of the presents had been trivial things, some gag gifts but each recieve a few touching and personalized present from Loke, the rest of course where signed as Sandy Claws.
Lifting one box perhaps the size of her hand she padded quietly to Lexi and leaned down to kiss the top of her head and sit it in front of her. The smile was wide on her lips, causing her amber eyes to glitter like gems in the now rising sun light pouring in the back windows.
"Merry Christmas, Sweetheart."
Feet moved her toward the kitchen to set a pot of water on the stove for tea as she turned back to wait for Lexi to open the present. Once she got past the myriad of ribbons and colored paper she would find a simple white box that held a black velvet box within. Chanel symbol in the left hand bottom corner, once openned the beautiful platinum watch sat within the black satin. Inscribed on the back of the head, it simply said. "Watching Over You Always - L"