Title: A Cullentastic Christmas

Chapter 1: Simply Having A Wonderful Christmastime

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

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.

A/N: So I felt like doing a bunch of Christmas stories based off Christmas songs in some way or another. Welcome to the first one. Hope you enjoy. Don't worry, if you read my other stories, I'm not giving up on them. I just got in the Christmas spirit and this emerged.

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BPOV

I pulled up to the house in my unnecessary vehicle, although it was beautiful. The wheels screeched, as I turned into my spot in the garage. Edward was automatically at my door, opening it before I could even unbuckle.

“Hello, love. How's Charlie? Everything going well with Sue?” Edward purred into my ear, as he brushed his lips down my neck.

“He-he's fine. They're fi-fine. I just went to pick up some of my old Christmas stuff.” I stuttered out.

I was amazed that he could still have that effect on me and grateful that my blush could no longer give me away. He smiled that irresistible smile at me and helped me out of the car, even though my clumsiness had been gone for a while.

“So what did you pick up?” he asked as he helped grabbed the bags from the trunk.

“Some old Christmas CDs, my classic Christmas pajamas, and my old unused Christmas cards.” I said shrugging, as we walked into the house, greeted by a sweet, Christmas smell.

I walked into the kitchen to see my baby Renesmee making Christmas sugar cookies with Esme, Rosalie, and Alice. Renesmee immediately jumped off her stool and ran over to me. She placed her small hands to my temples.

Mommy, mommy! We're making cookies for Santa! Will I get to meet him? She thought, showing me a picture of the jolly man of Christmas lore.

“Maybe honey. Santa only comes for good boys and girls and only if you go to bed early on Christmas eve.” I said smiling down at her.