Christmas In Pinkerlee

Author’s Note: This is just a small non-canon glimpse into some future Christmas with my characters. 

Isellta sat on the top step of the front porch. He set his feet on the next step down, bunching his knees up.

He looked up at the sky.

The moon was full.

The stars were bright.

The night sky was clear and cold.

He shivered.

The front door opened and closed.

Isellta smiled as the scent of tangerines spiced the air. “Robin.”

“Hey. What’s happenin’? You aimin’ to get sick, sittin’ out here with no coat on?” Robin clomped over to him and sat next to the young fey.

“No. I was waiting for the first snow to fall.”

Robin smiled. “I figured that much. It’s somethin’ you always do.” He gently brushed his knuckles along Isellta’s cheekbone.

Isellta couldn’t help himself. His wings flapped.

“I love seein’ you happy.”

Isellta wrapped his arms around Robin’s waist and leaned his face against him. “You make me happy.”

Robin sighed. “Can’t we just stay here like this? You and me, ‘sellta, and no one else.”

“Mmm. We could, but it is cold out and day will come and—-”

“Stupid fey. I meant…You and me. Can we just stay?”

Isellta raised his head. “Stay? Do you mean stay together?”

“Yeah. You ain’t gonna leave me again, are you?”

Isellta smiled. “Robin, we’ve been over this. I love you dearly. I will not leave you.” His expression softened. “How could I leave you again? I’d rather have my wings broken off my back.”

Robin drew his fingers through the fey’s soft hair. His fingertips heated Isellta’s scalp. “I love you. I love you so much, you dumb stupid fey.”

Isellta smiled and flapped his wings. “I love you too.” he said softly.

The front door opened behind them. “Hey!” Ambrose stepped out onto the porch. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, but the karaoke machine is not working.”

“Tch. Get Raven to freakin’ fix it.”

“He refuses to do so. I don’t even know why.”

“Yeah, well you’re innerruptin’ our moment. Go ‘way.”

Ambrose sighed heavily. “Barbara really wanted this. I don’t want to disappoint her.”

Isellta released Robin’s waist. “Robin, go help him.”

“But I don’t want you to miss the first snow. I know it means a lot to you.”

Ambrose folded his arms across his chest. “Could you hurry up and come inside? It’s cold.” He shuddered. “I’m cold. I hate being cold.”

“Then, freakin’ go inside, ya dummy!”

Ambrose gave Robin a long, considering look. “Isellta looks cold. I wonder if fey can get pneumonia.”

Robin stood and helped Isellta up. “Let’s go inside.”

Ambrose smirked.


“What the freakin’ heaven and heck!” Robin swore as he unplugged the karaoke machine’s cords. “How can someone as ancient as the skies be this dumb?”

Ambrose frowned. “I am not that old.”

“But you sure are dumb. Look.” Robin held up a handful of the cords. “These things are color coded. So, this green one’s supposed to go into the green slot on the machine and the red one’s supposed to go into the red slot and so on.”

“Oh.” Ambrose had the decency to blush. “I thought they were colored like that because of Isellta.”

Robin glared death at Ambrose. “What?”

“I assumed he magicked them to make them pretty. It’s something he would do.”

Isellta sat next to Robin with a cup of hot chocolate. Pickle slices floated inside his drink. “They do look pretty.” He took a sip of his drink and offered it to Robin. “Do you want some?”

Robin looked down at the floating pickles and slowly shook his head.

“Too bad. It tastes so good!” His wings fluttered.

“Just stay here with me, ‘sellta, and I promise I won’t kill Am’rose this time.”

Isellta snuggled closer to him. “Okay, Robin.”


A whole hour later…

“No.” Ambrose said. “I am not singing Let It Snow. I’d much rather sing Let It Go instead.”

Barbara giggled. “Let It Go isn’t even a Christmas song.”

He shrugged. “It’s about cold and snow. It counts.”

She flipped through the song choices. “Well. Look at that. ‘Let It Go’.”

Ambrose pressed Play and it somehow skipped back to Let It Snow. “What? Why? Why me?”

“Poor kitten.” Barbara flipped it back to Let It Go and pressed Play.

He looked into her eyes as the backing track played the intro.

She smiled.

And they both missed their cue. They started singing two measures too late.

They could have replayed the song, but they just went with it. Even though they were terribly off cue.

Raven looked like he was about to get a bad headache.

Isellta tilted his head. “Is it supposed to sound like that?”

Robin snorted.

But Ambrose and Barbara didn’t care. They kept on singing two measures too late. His eyes sparkled with love and happiness as he sang to her and she sang back to him.

They erupted into gales of laughter as they made it to the end.


Raven wanted to sing something profound and dignified. Something like “I Wonder As I Wander”, but Missy coerced him into singing “We Need A Little Christmas Now”. He looked decidedly out of his element as he sang the energetic song.

She sat on the couch with a big slice of cake and enjoyed every second of his singing.


When her time came up, Missy sang “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus”, which confused Isellta to no end.

“Who’s Santa Claus and why is she kissing him?” the fey wanted to know.

Robin kissed the side of his head. “I’ll tell you later.”


Robin’s song was “Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer” and he had way too much fun with it. He sang it with so much enthusiasm no one wanted to correct him when he got the lyrics wrong.

As a matter of fact, they all cheered him on.

Even Raven.


Isellta’s song was “Silent Night”. As he sang it in his sweet, lilting voice, a feeling of peace descended on the group.

Missy curled up against Raven’s side. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

Ambrose leaned his head against Barbara’s arm. She smiled and stroked his messy black hair.

Robin sat on the floor with his back against the couch. Goosebumps populated his arms as Isellta repeated the first verse in the fey’s language. There was something so strange and beautiful and somehow universal about it.

Isellta made eye contact with him.

It’s like we’re all alone and he’s singin’ it just to me. Just for me.

I love him.

I love him so freakin’ much. I can feel it inside my skin, with every breath, with every look and word and note.

I love him and he loves me.

My Isellta.

Isellta switched to English for the very last line, “Sleep in heavenly peace.”


Outside, the first snow of the year fell in soft clumps.

It was a peaceful and silent night.



7 thoughts on “Christmas In Pinkerlee

    1. Thank you so much!

      I didn’t want to duplicate my Christmas story from last year. So, I decided to just focus on my Pinkerlee group.

      I was going to have Raven sing something like Frosty the Snowman, but I thought it would be a lot funnier for him to sing a crazy, energetic song like We Need A Little Christmas Now. The mental image just made me too happy. 😆

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        1. Hahaha! 😆 I wouldn’t be surprised if she did. Knowing how he is, he’d give it a long “ehhhh…” kind of stare and Missy would have to convince him to wear it. 😀


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