Oh क्रिस्मस Tree
December 2022,
“Mom…” Abby groaned her face flustered as she fumbled through the boxes of ornaments.
“What?” Lisa asked as she placed a red glass bobble atop a branch of their Frasier फर क्रिस्मस tree.
“Where’s the एंजल for the चोटी, शीर्ष of the पेड़ I last year? It’s not in any of the boxes” Lisa thought for a moment.
“I think it’s in on one of the shelves downstairs.” She said, fixing a nutcracker ornament onto the tree. Abby sighed and marched her way down to the basement, her blond hair whipping along behind her. Suddenly, the front door opened to reveal a skinny brown haired, twelve या so साल old boy walking in carrying a bundle of क्रिस्मस and Hanukkah presents hidden in plastic and paper bags. The boy was followed द्वारा his father who limped in and added another bag to the young boy’s armful.
“Take these into your room. We’ll लपेटें them at the very last मिनट okay?” House whispered to his son who snickered and bounded up to his room, almost knocking over a menorah sitting on a small तालिका, टेबल along the way. House limped into the living room, carefully avoiding boxes as half melted snow dripped off of his sneakers and onto the carpet, and sat down on the सोफ़ा, सोफे to rest his bad leg after limping all over the mall all afternoon. Lisa, after finally placing the last little ornament on the tree, plopped down अगला to him.
“And to think that I am thoroughly atheist.” House कहा with a sigh. Lisa smiled.
“Oh please, I don’t know about Hanukkah, but क्रिस्मस barely registers as a religious holiday anymore, House.” Lisa कहा smirking.
“You’re Jewish!” He complains.
“I’ve told आप Greg, only half. My dad was Christian.” She says triumphantly.
“Whatever.” House says grumpily.
“Besides, आप get presents.” Lisa says, getting up when Abby comes in holding the angel.
“When’s the साल we’re going to get that क्रिस्मस rock I’ve been talking about?” Abby glares daggers at him.
“The साल I हटाइए out.” She says cruelly and starts to put the एंजल on the tree. House scoffs at her as though she just shot a puppy.
“You know why they put an एंजल on चोटी, शीर्ष of the क्रिस्मस tree?” Greg says, eager to bother his wife and daughter.
“Don’t आप dare tell that story Greg, I don’t need आप corrupting our children any more.” At that very moment, Ben, House and Lisa’s twelve साल old son bolted downstairs.
“What story?” He says curiously. Lisa rolls her eyes, realizing that there was no use resisting. House smiles.
“Da-aaaad!” Ben whines. “Tell me! Tell me!” He demands eagerly, and sits down on the couch. Grinning evilly at Abby and Lisa, House begins his lovely tale.
“One दिन on क्रिस्मस Eve, Santa's workshop was absolutely chaotic. The elves couldn't make toys because they were all drunk and the reindeer were all nursing a hangover and couldn't power the sleigh. Now Santa was rather exasperated at all this and he goes into his wine closet to take a drink to cool his nerves, but alas the elves and the reindeer already drank it all. Now this got Santa really pissed and to चोटी, शीर्ष it all off his doorbell rang and an adorable little एंजल stood at his stoop holding a क्रिस्मस tree. Santa in a particularly grouchy mood said,
‘What?’ ready to slam the door on the little angel's face. Now the एंजल didn't
seem bothered and motioning the tree, so sweetly asked,
‘Where would आप like me to put this Santa?’” Ben suddenly burst out laughing, and Abby couldn’t help but शामिल होइए in. Lisa smirked, despite not wanting to दिखाना House that she approved of sharing this joke with Ben.
* * *
As a kid, House never really enjoyed Christmas. It was always a fairly hostile time. His dad always demanded him to help his mother clean around the house, and to write sincere thank आप notes to all of his फ्रेंड्स and relatives. Every gift his father got him was some kind of weapon fake या real, camouflage shirts and pants, and boring military themed toys that House certainly had no interest in. His father clearly was determined to get him into the military, much to Greg’s irritation. However, now with Cuddy, he got to know what the holidays were like with a somewhat normal family. And he even got to celebrate Hanukkah too.
Cracking Abby’s door open a tiny bit, House looks at his daughter sleeping soundly in her bed. Now almost fourteen years from the क्रिस्मस when Lisa accepted her as a foster daughter, only to later be adopted द्वारा her, House couldn’t help but remember how happy Lisa was. House remembered that he was worried that Lisa would just ignore him so she could take care of Abby. But somehow, things worked out. Don’t ask him how, they just did. And before he knew it they had Ben, and they became a family. And because of this, House was for once in his life…
…happy.
December 2022,
“Mom…” Abby groaned her face flustered as she fumbled through the boxes of ornaments.
“What?” Lisa asked as she placed a red glass bobble atop a branch of their Frasier फर क्रिस्मस tree.
“Where’s the एंजल for the चोटी, शीर्ष of the पेड़ I last year? It’s not in any of the boxes” Lisa thought for a moment.
“I think it’s in on one of the shelves downstairs.” She said, fixing a nutcracker ornament onto the tree. Abby sighed and marched her way down to the basement, her blond hair whipping along behind her. Suddenly, the front door opened to reveal a skinny brown haired, twelve या so साल old boy walking in carrying a bundle of क्रिस्मस and Hanukkah presents hidden in plastic and paper bags. The boy was followed द्वारा his father who limped in and added another bag to the young boy’s armful.
“Take these into your room. We’ll लपेटें them at the very last मिनट okay?” House whispered to his son who snickered and bounded up to his room, almost knocking over a menorah sitting on a small तालिका, टेबल along the way. House limped into the living room, carefully avoiding boxes as half melted snow dripped off of his sneakers and onto the carpet, and sat down on the सोफ़ा, सोफे to rest his bad leg after limping all over the mall all afternoon. Lisa, after finally placing the last little ornament on the tree, plopped down अगला to him.
“And to think that I am thoroughly atheist.” House कहा with a sigh. Lisa smiled.
“Oh please, I don’t know about Hanukkah, but क्रिस्मस barely registers as a religious holiday anymore, House.” Lisa कहा smirking.
“You’re Jewish!” He complains.
“I’ve told आप Greg, only half. My dad was Christian.” She says triumphantly.
“Whatever.” House says grumpily.
“Besides, आप get presents.” Lisa says, getting up when Abby comes in holding the angel.
“When’s the साल we’re going to get that क्रिस्मस rock I’ve been talking about?” Abby glares daggers at him.
“The साल I हटाइए out.” She says cruelly and starts to put the एंजल on the tree. House scoffs at her as though she just shot a puppy.
“You know why they put an एंजल on चोटी, शीर्ष of the क्रिस्मस tree?” Greg says, eager to bother his wife and daughter.
“Don’t आप dare tell that story Greg, I don’t need आप corrupting our children any more.” At that very moment, Ben, House and Lisa’s twelve साल old son bolted downstairs.
“What story?” He says curiously. Lisa rolls her eyes, realizing that there was no use resisting. House smiles.
“Da-aaaad!” Ben whines. “Tell me! Tell me!” He demands eagerly, and sits down on the couch. Grinning evilly at Abby and Lisa, House begins his lovely tale.
“One दिन on क्रिस्मस Eve, Santa's workshop was absolutely chaotic. The elves couldn't make toys because they were all drunk and the reindeer were all nursing a hangover and couldn't power the sleigh. Now Santa was rather exasperated at all this and he goes into his wine closet to take a drink to cool his nerves, but alas the elves and the reindeer already drank it all. Now this got Santa really pissed and to चोटी, शीर्ष it all off his doorbell rang and an adorable little एंजल stood at his stoop holding a क्रिस्मस tree. Santa in a particularly grouchy mood said,
‘What?’ ready to slam the door on the little angel's face. Now the एंजल didn't
seem bothered and motioning the tree, so sweetly asked,
‘Where would आप like me to put this Santa?’” Ben suddenly burst out laughing, and Abby couldn’t help but शामिल होइए in. Lisa smirked, despite not wanting to दिखाना House that she approved of sharing this joke with Ben.
* * *
As a kid, House never really enjoyed Christmas. It was always a fairly hostile time. His dad always demanded him to help his mother clean around the house, and to write sincere thank आप notes to all of his फ्रेंड्स and relatives. Every gift his father got him was some kind of weapon fake या real, camouflage shirts and pants, and boring military themed toys that House certainly had no interest in. His father clearly was determined to get him into the military, much to Greg’s irritation. However, now with Cuddy, he got to know what the holidays were like with a somewhat normal family. And he even got to celebrate Hanukkah too.
Cracking Abby’s door open a tiny bit, House looks at his daughter sleeping soundly in her bed. Now almost fourteen years from the क्रिस्मस when Lisa accepted her as a foster daughter, only to later be adopted द्वारा her, House couldn’t help but remember how happy Lisa was. House remembered that he was worried that Lisa would just ignore him so she could take care of Abby. But somehow, things worked out. Don’t ask him how, they just did. And before he knew it they had Ben, and they became a family. And because of this, House was for once in his life…
…happy.
I'll tell आप a little bit about myself first. No offense to hamerons, but i have always been a outright HUDDY fan.So I am obviously bouncing off the walls. When this seaseon starts, I feel like everyone has kind of abandoned House. I mean I get the whole pain in the a$$ thing but still. Wilson is the one that fixes everthing and for him to basically laugh at him when he apologizes is cruel. THe bright light at the end of the tunnel is Cuddy is going to do whatever it takes to make House happy above anyone else.
SO GO CUDDY!
SO GO CUDDY!
He looked...
Okay, this poem is basically in Cuddy's POV kind of to House. I wrote it to be kind of Cuddy's personal thing, but of course, it turned into Huddy. My first लेख on this spot AND Huddy poem, so please tell me what आप think! It's short and might be a bit confusing at first, but here it goes;
Love.
And that's all I ever wanted.
How did I get here?
Just crying in an empty room
Once again a vacant world to me
I'm hurting and I'm sure आप know
I hope, and that's just what i do
That the world could be, just be
What i want it to, another happy ending
Which we both know it won't be
Just hold me, so for a second
I could pretend it is
Could pretend it can
Pretend it could be
And maybe I could प्यार you
And pretend i didn't know
That it was one of the few things
I was missing.
I know it kind of sucks, but it's my first and what do आप expect?
Love.
And that's all I ever wanted.
How did I get here?
Just crying in an empty room
Once again a vacant world to me
I'm hurting and I'm sure आप know
I hope, and that's just what i do
That the world could be, just be
What i want it to, another happy ending
Which we both know it won't be
Just hold me, so for a second
I could pretend it is
Could pretend it can
Pretend it could be
And maybe I could प्यार you
And pretend i didn't know
That it was one of the few things
I was missing.
I know it kind of sucks, but it's my first and what do आप expect?
