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It's about that time of the year, isn't it. And Charlie, like many a good Catholic boy, has thoughts of Mary and manger and angels. That must mean only one thing:
She was his girl, he was her boy-friend,
Soon be his wife, and make him her husband.
A suprise on the way, anyday anyday
One healthy little gigglin', dribblin', baby boy.
The wise men came, three made their way,
To shower him with love, while he lay in the hay.

Shower him with Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love
Love, Love was all around

Not very much of his childhood was known,
kept his mother Mary worried, always out on his own.
He met another Mary, who, for a reasonable fee,
less than reputable was known to be.

His heart was full of Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love
Love, Love was all around

When Jesus Christ was nailed to his tree,
He said, "Oh daddy-o. I can see how it all soon will be"
I came to shed a little light on this darkening scene,
Instead I fear I've spilled, the blood of my children all around
the blood of my children all around,
the blood of my children's all around

So I'm told or so the story goes,
the people he knew were less than golden-hearted.
Gamblers and robbers; Drinkers and jokers,
all soul searchers, like you and me, like you and me.
Rumors insisted he soon would be,
for his deviations, taken into custody.
By the authorities, less informed than he.
Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers

Searchin for Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love
Love, Love is all around

Preperations were made for his celebration day.
He said, "Eat this bread and think of it as me,
Drink this wine and dream it will be
the blood of our children all around
the blood of our children's all around,
The blood of our children's all around
Father up above,
Why in all this hatred do you fill me up with
Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love
Love, Love is all around
Father up above
Why in all this anger do you fill me up wtih love
Fill me - Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love
Love, Love, Love
Love, Love...And the blood of our children's all around.

Of course, he knows much more than Christmas songs.

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From a booth not all that far away, the Aes Sedai is listening, a faint smile on her face.

He glances up to see Moraine, and raises a hand to wave, smiling. "Hullo. Been a while. How are you doing?"

"It has been, as it happens," she tells him. "I am as well as may be expected, considering."

"And yourself?"

"Been worse, but now I'm better.

"I suspect you say 'as well as my be expected' where other people would say 'my life sucks and I want to sleep for a year.' I could be wrong about that, though." He grins. He's in a good mood.

"You might think it so, but perhaps it is only that under certain conditions, there is a limit to precisely how well one may be," she points out, smiling serenely.

"Still, I am glad to hear that you are better than you have been, yourself."

"It was my birthday the other day. That helped."

"Then I wish you belated joy," she tells him. "May it carry through the rest of the year, as well."

"Thank you. It started very well indeed. Well, mostly. Well, it got progressively better.

"But enough about me--what's been keeping you occupied? More studies?"

"In part," she admits. "I have also been away, for some time, and expect to be for a while yet, saving only occasions such as this."

"Away where?"

"I have returned with Rand to my world, Charlie," she says quietly. "The Last Battle approaches, and I must be there to aid as I may."

". . . oh. Serious things. Fighty . . . thing.

"I don't suppose there's anything I can do to help."

"Not in my world, I do not think, although I appreciate the wish," she tells him, smiling now. "Light willing, it shall not extend to here."

"I'm more a lover than a fighter anyway," he says, then winces a little because whee, flippant. "Er--I wish you all good luck. Light on your side and all those good things."

"Thank you, Charlie." It is serenely said, and then she continues,

"I do not think I remember hearing that 'carol' before, last year; but I presume I am not wrong in remembering the type of music?"

"Yup--it's about Christmastime again. That's one of my favorites--tells the story so simply."

She nods. "I have fond memories from last year."

Peace on earth...

"Would you like to hear another?"

"If it is not an imposition, I would enjoy it, I think."

The words are serene, but the smile is sincere.

"This is just a sweet one I like." He tunes his guitar.

I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have snow
And mistletoe
And presents 'neath the tree

Christmas eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams

Christmas eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams

She listens silently, a small smile curving her lips.

"Thank you, Charlie."

"You're welcome," he says, smiling. "Anytime."