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<blockquote data-quote="Justine" data-source="post: 146062" data-attributes="member: 404"><p style="text-align: center"><strong>[MEDIA=youtube]qrNMYDPYY0E[/MEDIA]</strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-size: 26px">Santa Clause Is Comin' To Town</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-size: 18px">Season 10 (Between "The Fire Next Time" and "So Shall Ye Reap")</span></strong></p><p></p><p>“Clayton,” Miss Ellie stretched her arm and the emptiness of her husband’s side of the bed startled her from her half-sleep state. Panic started to arise in her chest and she leapt from the bed, in order to search for him. The Wes Parmalee debacle had infuriated Clayton, so much so that Miss Ellie truly believed he would kill the fraud, despite her many attempts to talk him down. “Bobby.” She hysterically knocked on his bedroom door and cried his name. He was likely the only one physically able to prevent Clayton from the execution of his threat.</p><p></p><p>Pamela appeared from behind her and climbed the stairway with an equally stricken expression. “Miss Ellie, have you seen Bobby?” She had also woken to discover her husband absent from their bed. It was almost 1am on Christmas Eve and his disappearance was worrisome. “I can’t find him anywhere in the house.”</p><p></p><p>“No,” her mother-in-law scratched the top of her head, evidently confused. “I can’t seem to find Clayton either.” Neither her husband, nor her son, had mentioned any plans to leave the house but it was possible there was an issue on the ranch.</p><p></p><p>The door to J.R. and Sue Ellen’s bedroom opened and Sue Ellen sleepily appeared. “What’s all the fuss?”</p><p></p><p>“Bobby and Clayton have disappeared,” Pamela militantly reported. Sue Ellen could hear the frantic in her voice. It was fair to say Pamela had been protective, if not <em>possessive,</em> of her husband and son, since Bobby had fathered Jenna’s unborn child. “I checked the boys’ rooms. They’re both safe and sound asleep,” she added, as if she had already foreseen where Sue Ellen’s mind would have travelled.</p><p></p><p>Sue Ellen wrapped her robe around her waist and quickly became concerned. J.R.’s absence from their bedroom was not a rare occurrence, no matter the state of their relationship, but it was more than coincidence that all the men of the house had disappeared. “Well, where could they be at this hour?” The three women shared a moment of contemplation and between them, wracked their exhausted brains for the likely option, until a familiar chuckle distracted Sue Ellen and she followed the noise onto the balcony outside of her bedroom. “J.R.?”</p><p></p><p>Miss Ellie and Pamela scurried quickly behind. “My God…”</p><p></p><p>“Clayton Farlow, what on earth is this?” Their three husbands were all dressed in just an open-collar shirt and trousers, as they padded around in the snow that had created a winter wonderland effect at Southfork.</p><p></p><p>“J.R. and Bobby told me how Jock used to come out here on Christmas Eve and create tracks in the snow as if Santa had been.” Clayton explained. His voice boomed so loudly Sue Ellen feared the boys would wake. “We decided it was only fair the boys have the same experience.” There were snowmen precariously built, footsteps in the snow and even hoof-prints for Rudolph and his troop.</p><p></p><p>“What about the mince pies we put out for Santa, and the carrots for Rudolph?” Pamela comically questioned them, incredibly amused by the entire scene she had stumbled upon. “The boys will never believe Santa’s been, if you didn’t eat those, too.”</p><p></p><p>“Trust me when I say, J.R. personally took care of that,” Bobby playfully patted his brother’s stomach and he scowled, offended by the innuendo.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Justine, post: 146062, member: 404"] [CENTER][B][MEDIA=youtube]qrNMYDPYY0E[/MEDIA] [SIZE=7]Santa Clause Is Comin' To Town[/SIZE] [SIZE=5]Season 10 (Between "The Fire Next Time" and "So Shall Ye Reap")[/SIZE][/B][/CENTER] “Clayton,” Miss Ellie stretched her arm and the emptiness of her husband’s side of the bed startled her from her half-sleep state. Panic started to arise in her chest and she leapt from the bed, in order to search for him. The Wes Parmalee debacle had infuriated Clayton, so much so that Miss Ellie truly believed he would kill the fraud, despite her many attempts to talk him down. “Bobby.” She hysterically knocked on his bedroom door and cried his name. He was likely the only one physically able to prevent Clayton from the execution of his threat. Pamela appeared from behind her and climbed the stairway with an equally stricken expression. “Miss Ellie, have you seen Bobby?” She had also woken to discover her husband absent from their bed. It was almost 1am on Christmas Eve and his disappearance was worrisome. “I can’t find him anywhere in the house.” “No,” her mother-in-law scratched the top of her head, evidently confused. “I can’t seem to find Clayton either.” Neither her husband, nor her son, had mentioned any plans to leave the house but it was possible there was an issue on the ranch. The door to J.R. and Sue Ellen’s bedroom opened and Sue Ellen sleepily appeared. “What’s all the fuss?” “Bobby and Clayton have disappeared,” Pamela militantly reported. Sue Ellen could hear the frantic in her voice. It was fair to say Pamela had been protective, if not [I]possessive,[/I] of her husband and son, since Bobby had fathered Jenna’s unborn child. “I checked the boys’ rooms. They’re both safe and sound asleep,” she added, as if she had already foreseen where Sue Ellen’s mind would have travelled. Sue Ellen wrapped her robe around her waist and quickly became concerned. J.R.’s absence from their bedroom was not a rare occurrence, no matter the state of their relationship, but it was more than coincidence that all the men of the house had disappeared. “Well, where could they be at this hour?” The three women shared a moment of contemplation and between them, wracked their exhausted brains for the likely option, until a familiar chuckle distracted Sue Ellen and she followed the noise onto the balcony outside of her bedroom. “J.R.?” Miss Ellie and Pamela scurried quickly behind. “My God…” “Clayton Farlow, what on earth is this?” Their three husbands were all dressed in just an open-collar shirt and trousers, as they padded around in the snow that had created a winter wonderland effect at Southfork. “J.R. and Bobby told me how Jock used to come out here on Christmas Eve and create tracks in the snow as if Santa had been.” Clayton explained. His voice boomed so loudly Sue Ellen feared the boys would wake. “We decided it was only fair the boys have the same experience.” There were snowmen precariously built, footsteps in the snow and even hoof-prints for Rudolph and his troop. “What about the mince pies we put out for Santa, and the carrots for Rudolph?” Pamela comically questioned them, incredibly amused by the entire scene she had stumbled upon. “The boys will never believe Santa’s been, if you didn’t eat those, too.” “Trust me when I say, J.R. personally took care of that,” Bobby playfully patted his brother’s stomach and he scowled, offended by the innuendo. [/QUOTE]
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