AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is in response to the challenge issued on the Mag7/Las
Vegas list to include a Christmas carol in your story. Thank you to
Antoinette/RiverOtter for betaing and to Sarah for creating this wonderful
AU for us to play in. Lyrics to "Away in the Manger" are used in below.
DISCLAIMER: Mag7/Las Vegas alternate universe was created by Sarah (aka Midnight
Profit) and is based on the "Las Vegas" TV series. This AU is not related
to the Mag7/Las Vegas RPG created by Lisa O. and Ruby. Trilogy, MGM, and
the Mirish Corporation own "The Magnificent Seven" characters. NBC Studios,
NBC Universal Television, DreamWorks Television, and Gary Scott Thompson
Productions own "Las Vegas." They are not mine. The only purpose of this
story is for entertainment. No money is being made.
To the casual observer one would think a hurricane had
hit Chris Larabee's living room or maybe someone had ransacked the place.
But in reality Chris was in the middle of putting up Christmas decorations.
This was the first Christmas since his wife and son died that he had wanted
to decorate for the holidays.
Truth be told, in the past he usually celebrated the holidays with a case
of beer and an assortment of football games and old western movies. But this
year was different. He invited his six friends over to his place for Christmas
dinner and thought it would be nice if his place at least looked a little
Christmas music played in the background as Chris took a much needed break,
taking a seat in his leather chair he reached for his mug, sipping his hot
chocolate as the song changed.
Away in a manger, no crib for His bed,
The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head.
The stars in the sky looked down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.
A soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips as Sarah's
favorite Christmas song started. She always loved this song, thought Chris,
as he remembered the time the song had brought tears to her eyes. He had
returned home from work and found her in their living room crying and he
immediately thought the worst. She just smiled that sweet smile of hers and
replied, "It's just hormones . . . it happens to a woman when she's expecting.
. ." He froze after her soft announcement as he repeated, "Expectin'?" A
glowing smile covered Sarah's face as she nodded in the affirmative. "You're
gonna be a daddy," she said softly before he wrapped his arms around her
in a loving embrace. . .
The cattle are lowing, the poor Baby wakes,
But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes;
I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.
Then there was the time when he watched from the bedroom
doorway as Sarah feed Adam while softly singing 'Away in the Manager' to
him. It was a beautiful sight . . . one that touched his heart and soul.
And a memory he would never forget. . .
Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay,
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray!
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care
And take us to heaven, to Live with Thee there.
As the song drifted to a close, Chris closed his eyes
and whispered, "I miss you Sarah. . ."
A succession of five knocks followed by the front door opening brought Chris
quickly to the present as his six friends walked into his house.
"Looks like we got here just in the nick of time," commented Buck as the
men inspected the mess.
"Yeah, you definitely did," replied Chris while thinking in more ways than