Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays, For no matter how far away you roam - When you long for the sunshine of a friendly gaze, For the holidays - you can't beat home, sweet home!
- Home For The Holidays
You sighed as you looked out the window. It had been three months since Ludwig had been called back into action. "I guess I'm going to be spending Christmas alone." You looked fondly at the picture of you and your husband. The phone rang… "______________, the awesome me is inviting you to mein awesome Christmas party get over here now!" You groaned, "Gil, the roads are covered in ice. I can't even get down the driveway. I'm sorry I can't come to your party. Maybe you and I can get together on New Year's ok?" "Nein, mein unawesome brother's wife, get over here or I'll bring the party to you!" Then he hung up. You remembered the last time your brother-in-law threw a party at your house. It took you hours to get the beer stains out of the carpet. Not to mention the smell. Against your better judgment you picked up your keys and shoveled your way out of the driveway. Once you got in the car you were half frozen and grumpy. By the time you got your Gilbert's place you were even more grumpy and irritable. "This better be a damn good party," you grumbled. You knocked on the door. No answer… Again… Nothing… "GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!" You heard faint laughing from behind the door. "GILBERT THIS ISN'T FUNNY I'M FREEZING OUT HERE!" The door opened slowly to reveal… "Hi __________." "L-Ludwig…?" … … … "Are you coming in?" "LUDWIG!" you tackled him with a hug. "I'm so glad you're home." "Me too __________, me too."