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Christmas Party! Millitimed Vaguely to "Sometime Around Christmas"

Anne and Amy have been very very busy over the last week or so, transforming their usually simple white room into the perfect place for a Christmas party.

There are garlands of holly and balsam strung around the room, leading away from the wreath between the windows (and there's a grumpy looking crow, perched in the middle of the wreath, trying to figure out how to get the red ribbon from around his neck). A Christmas tree, candles ablaze, stands in one corner, with presents tucked under its branches.

Welcome, dear friend, to Anne and Amy's Christmas party.

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"Greetings, O Anne of Canada," Logan says lightly. "Tell me how on earth you got so gorgeous, and I'll try bottling it when I get home. I'll make a fortune, you know."

Anne turns, startled and beams at him while Peter Aurelious blinks at his ribbon with disdain.

"Logan! It's so good to see you!"

She steps towards him to take both his hands in hers, smiling brightly.

"I'm so glad you could come."

"I'm thrilled to be here," he says, squeezing her hands. "The place looks awesome."

It even rivals his mother's Christmas parties, and that's quite a feat.

"Well," Anne says, smiling, "Amy and I wanted to make it as pretty as possible. Don't you just love the scent of pine and balsam? And even the squirrels and Peter Aurelious are helping."

Peter Aurelious, annoyed at being mentioned so casually, begins grooming a glossy black wing haughtily.

"How are you? I feel I haven't seen you in ages."

"You've certainly succeeded," Logan says, admiring the decorations. "I feel merrier already."

"You haven't," Logan says. "I've been at home a lot, lately, and that's been sort of okay. Home is like that, I guess."

"It is, isn't it. I'm so glad the door finally opened for Gil and me--being able to go home and see all the dear places has made all the difference in the world."

She beams at him.

"Are things better at home these days?"

Since no one is actively trying to put him in prinson..."Yeah," he says. "They've calmed down a little. And I'm here for christmas, which is great. I wouldn't have missed your party for the world."

"How was Avonlea?" he asks. "Same as ever?"

"Same as ever, and as dear as ever," she agrees.

"It was snowing when I left, and Lover's Lane looked ever so sweet with the snow catching on all the branches, and the lights from Orchard Slope gleaming through. My students all have a few weeks until we start again, but a few of the older ones have dropped by with cakes or cookies, to sit and chat with me."

"It sounds beautiful," Logan says, even though he kind of hates snow. "And you're lucky, to have students who like you enough to stop by."

"They're all wonderful children," Anne says, loyally, and then laughs.

"And I suppose I am lucky. Although it does make me feel rather bad about laughing at their compositions."

They really are incredibly funny, though.

"Don't feel bad," he says, grinning. "They'll laugh at them themselves, in a few years. What's the best howler you've gotten?"

"Let me think," she says, and considers, before her eyes shine and she smiles triumphantly.

"Well, Willie White once wrote about his Very Brave Aunt, who whacked a stray dog on the nose when it growled at her and drove it into the barn--except the dog truned out to be an escaped menagerie lion."

Logan laughs. "That's a good story," he agrees. "I'd be milking it for ages."

He eyes the punchbowl, and the other guests arriving. "I'm going to grab a drink - do you want one?"

"I'd love one," she says, "and then go, mingle!"

She gives him a shooing wave, laughing.

"Besides, I have to get your gift, and I don't want you seeing."

He fetches the punch, returns it with a small flourish, and goes to mingle.

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