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<blockquote data-quote="Justine" data-source="post: 143634" data-attributes="member: 404"><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-size: 26px">[MEDIA=youtube]zA96AZVwvrk[/MEDIA]</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-size: 26px">It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-size: 18px">Season 2 (Between 'Fallen Idol' and 'Kidnapped')</span></strong></p><p></p><p>In the few hours J.R. had driven into Dallas and schemed another fool out of his well-deserved inheritance, Southfork had been transformed to a winter wonderland. A blanket of snow had settled over the ranch and the annual decorations were up to celebrate the start of years end. Golden bulbs were carefully entwined in the shrubs and trees planted up and down the drive.</p><p></p><p>Musical vibrations practically shook the walls of Southfork, as J.R. entered his family home and removed his Stetson. He was welcomed by the vision of Lucy halfway up the step-ladder to decorate the ten-foot Christmas tree beside the fireplace. “Welcome home, J.R..”</p><p></p><p>The cheerful smile Lucy afforded him was in stark contrast to her usual sour mood within their interaction and J.R. was monumentally thrown by her affect but responded with a hearty chuckle. “Well, well, well. You certainly are in the Christmas spirit, aren’t you?”</p><p></p><p>“I’d say we <em>all</em> are.” Lucy tartly replied. Her eyes mischievously directed his attention to the other side of the room, where Sue Ellen delicately sipped from her freshened drink and portrayed her best effort to read the blurred lines on the book in her hand. The corner of J.R.’s mouth instantly drooped and Pamela playfully slapped Lucy’s behind for her intentionally insensitive remark. J.R.’s elevated mood had visibly plummeted at the vision of his wife in a haze. “What?” Lucy played dumb for her newest aunt and newfound confidante.</p><p></p><p>“Here, Lucy,” Miss Ellie breezed over the moment and passed the blonde teen a silver-painted bauble. “Put this one on there. Your mama painted the reindeer on it.” Lucy rolled her eyes and stifled the bitterness she didn’t usually bother to suppress. “She and I created a lot of these decorations the Christmas before you were born.” Pamela held the step-ladder firm, for Lucy to reach the bare branches at the top.</p><p></p><p>“Sue Ellen,” J.R. left the other three women to the tree decoration and approached his wife with caution. “How’s your day, darlin’?”</p><p></p><p>She swirled the seductive liquid round and round. “Just fine.”</p><p></p><p>“You feelin’ okay?” He double-checked, another question fired point-blank with speed. “No more mornin’ sickness?”</p><p></p><p>“I said I’m fine, J.R.,” Sue Ellen’s reply indicated a loss of patience. His sudden peaked interest in her simply because he suspected another man had fathered her unborn child riled her more than she could articulate. Still, it satisfied her that J.R. played the jealous party in their relationship, for once. “Excuse me?” She rose from the chair and departed the room with the blatant intent to escape any further examination.</p><p></p><p>Before he could traipse behind in her wake, Jock and Bobby appeared. “Good God woman.” Jock’s voice boomed, as he plucked a Holly leaf from the wreath Miss Ellie had positioned on the front door of their home. “Did you buy out the whole store?”</p><p></p><p>Bobby cracked a wide smile and tripped over the fifth half-empty box of Christmas decorations retrieved from the basement. Miss Ellie smiled at her husband; he loved Christmas more than he would ever dare admit. “No, Jock. Just the Christmas department.”</p><p></p><p>Her husband scoffed, “Well, you women sure do make a pretty picture. Ain’t that so, Junior?”</p><p></p><p>J.R.’s eyes were transfixed on Sue Ellen, as she ascended the stairs to their bedroom. He snapped his attention to his father and replied, “Yes, sir.”</p><p></p><p>“And, just think, J.R.. This time next year, we’ll be able to celebrate your baby’s very first Christmas here on Southfork.” J.R. enthusiastically nodded at his fathers idealistic hope for the future. In fact, the promise of a new baby had thrown the entire family into a manic excitement that he and Sue Ellen would finally be blessed with their own child. Little did any of them realise his very real doubt as to whether Sue Ellen had been as faithful as he had always assumed she would be. “Yeah, it sure is beginning to look like Christmas,” Jock happily patted J.R.’s back.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Justine, post: 143634, member: 404"] [CENTER][B][SIZE=7][MEDIA=youtube]zA96AZVwvrk[/MEDIA][/SIZE] [SIZE=4][/SIZE] [SIZE=7]It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas[/SIZE] [SIZE=5]Season 2 (Between 'Fallen Idol' and 'Kidnapped')[/SIZE][/B][/CENTER] In the few hours J.R. had driven into Dallas and schemed another fool out of his well-deserved inheritance, Southfork had been transformed to a winter wonderland. A blanket of snow had settled over the ranch and the annual decorations were up to celebrate the start of years end. Golden bulbs were carefully entwined in the shrubs and trees planted up and down the drive. Musical vibrations practically shook the walls of Southfork, as J.R. entered his family home and removed his Stetson. He was welcomed by the vision of Lucy halfway up the step-ladder to decorate the ten-foot Christmas tree beside the fireplace. “Welcome home, J.R..” The cheerful smile Lucy afforded him was in stark contrast to her usual sour mood within their interaction and J.R. was monumentally thrown by her affect but responded with a hearty chuckle. “Well, well, well. You certainly are in the Christmas spirit, aren’t you?” “I’d say we [I]all[/I] are.” Lucy tartly replied. Her eyes mischievously directed his attention to the other side of the room, where Sue Ellen delicately sipped from her freshened drink and portrayed her best effort to read the blurred lines on the book in her hand. The corner of J.R.’s mouth instantly drooped and Pamela playfully slapped Lucy’s behind for her intentionally insensitive remark. J.R.’s elevated mood had visibly plummeted at the vision of his wife in a haze. “What?” Lucy played dumb for her newest aunt and newfound confidante. “Here, Lucy,” Miss Ellie breezed over the moment and passed the blonde teen a silver-painted bauble. “Put this one on there. Your mama painted the reindeer on it.” Lucy rolled her eyes and stifled the bitterness she didn’t usually bother to suppress. “She and I created a lot of these decorations the Christmas before you were born.” Pamela held the step-ladder firm, for Lucy to reach the bare branches at the top. “Sue Ellen,” J.R. left the other three women to the tree decoration and approached his wife with caution. “How’s your day, darlin’?” She swirled the seductive liquid round and round. “Just fine.” “You feelin’ okay?” He double-checked, another question fired point-blank with speed. “No more mornin’ sickness?” “I said I’m fine, J.R.,” Sue Ellen’s reply indicated a loss of patience. His sudden peaked interest in her simply because he suspected another man had fathered her unborn child riled her more than she could articulate. Still, it satisfied her that J.R. played the jealous party in their relationship, for once. “Excuse me?” She rose from the chair and departed the room with the blatant intent to escape any further examination. Before he could traipse behind in her wake, Jock and Bobby appeared. “Good God woman.” Jock’s voice boomed, as he plucked a Holly leaf from the wreath Miss Ellie had positioned on the front door of their home. “Did you buy out the whole store?” Bobby cracked a wide smile and tripped over the fifth half-empty box of Christmas decorations retrieved from the basement. Miss Ellie smiled at her husband; he loved Christmas more than he would ever dare admit. “No, Jock. Just the Christmas department.” Her husband scoffed, “Well, you women sure do make a pretty picture. Ain’t that so, Junior?” J.R.’s eyes were transfixed on Sue Ellen, as she ascended the stairs to their bedroom. He snapped his attention to his father and replied, “Yes, sir.” “And, just think, J.R.. This time next year, we’ll be able to celebrate your baby’s very first Christmas here on Southfork.” J.R. enthusiastically nodded at his fathers idealistic hope for the future. In fact, the promise of a new baby had thrown the entire family into a manic excitement that he and Sue Ellen would finally be blessed with their own child. Little did any of them realise his very real doubt as to whether Sue Ellen had been as faithful as he had always assumed she would be. “Yeah, it sure is beginning to look like Christmas,” Jock happily patted J.R.’s back. [/QUOTE]
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