Title: A Cullentastic Christmas

Chapter 18: Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

Rating: T

Summary: Stories of Cullen Christmases based on the songs on a Christmas Mix CD that Bella brings home.

Type: AU OOC; Pairing: Bella/Edward, Other Canon Pairings. After Breaking Dawn. All Vamps.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. They all belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer. I just grabbed them and drove them crazy for my own entertainment. I do not own any of the songs mentioned. They belong to their respective owners.

A/N: Oh, and if you haven't had the pleasure of reading the Breakfast at Tiffany's one-shot by Hmonster4 and Profmom, go check it out. It's awesome. I may be a bit bias because it included something I hold dear to me for personal reasons (Strawberry poptarts) but it's definitely great. It placed third in the For my Valentine contest! My recommendation for the day Anyway, look at this. I'm popping out chapters like crazy. Enjoy some Bella memories and mommy/daughter time.

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BPOV

As we walked in, another familiar song floated around the house. Jasper had left the Christmas CD playing.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light.

This song had been in several of my Christmastime memories. It was like Reneé's Christmas theme song.

“What's up, love? You have that I'm thinking look on and you know how it frustrates me so, not to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours.” Edward said, cupping his hand to my cheek.

“Oh, it's just this song has been in a lot of memories. Even becoming a vampire hasn't been able to get rid of those memories since I have so many of them.” I said, still remembering as the song continued to play and everyone else filed into the house.

Next year all our troubles,

Will be miles away
Once again as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore

Renesmee immediately ran over to her bird and looked over at me. She wore a confused look.

“What are you thinking about, mommy?” she asked.

Obviously I was as readable as my mother had once told me.

“How I used to dance with my mom to this song. We would always play it twice so that we had enough time to dance to it.” I said, smiling at her and pulling her to me.