{"id":830,"date":"2004-12-19T11:32:29","date_gmt":"2004-12-19T16:32:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=830"},"modified":"2025-02-27T12:09:15","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T17:09:15","slug":"relatively-festive","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=830","title":{"rendered":"Relatively Festive (by Claire)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary<\/strong>:\u00a0 There is nothing quite like a family Christmas.<\/p>\n

Rated: K+ (5,775 words)<\/p>\n

Relative Series:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Relative Values<\/a>
\nRelatively Festive<\/a>
\nRelatively Peaceful<\/a><\/p>\n

Relatively Festive<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cJoseph\u2019s first Christmas!\u201d Marie sighed happily, snuggling into Ben\u2019s warm embrace and stretching out her toes towards the fire. \u201cThere is something very special about having a baby in the house for Christmas, isn\u2019t there?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Looking at the clothes horse, draped in wet diapers and steaming gently before the heat of the fire, Ben agreed whole-heartedly that things were very different from last year. He was only too aware that a certain amount of prevarication was necessary if harmonious relations were to be maintained.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWe should make everything extra-special, this year, don\u2019t you think? Have a real family Christmas?\u201d Marie wheedled, her lips close to his ear, so that each breath sent a shiver of delicious expectation down Ben\u2019s spine.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cOf course.\u201d His hand moved towards the nape of her neck and stealthily began to remove the pins that confined the thick golden coils of her hair. \u201cThat\u2019s a wonderful idea. What would you like to do?\u201d Ben asked distractedly, mesmerised by the way the light from the fire spun amber rays onto her face, so that her eyes seemed to dance with love. He would give her anything, anything in the world, just to prolong this moment, to have his wife gaze at him with such adoration.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Marie leaned towards him, giving her head a little shake, so that her hair tumbled down in a fragrant profusion around her shoulders and smiled bewitchingly into his eyes. \u201cI have one or two ideas\u2026\u201d she confided, allowing her fingers to toy with the top button of his shirt, before undoing it and sliding her hand inwards.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSo do I,\u201d Ben agreed hoarsely, drawing her closer, burying his head amongst the tremulous softness of her breasts and then allowing his lips to rove downwards. \u201cSo do I!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It looks as if this is going to be a very special Christmas indeed<\/em>, he thought happily, eying the rug in front of the fireplace speculatively. And there was nothing quite like spending time with the ones you loved. Nothing quite like it at all\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you want Santa to bring you for Christmas, Pa?\u201d Hoss asking, consuming a steaming bowl of oatmeal with considerable gusto.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI was rather thinking of asking him for a bearskin rug,\u201d Ben answered blandly, giving Marie a wicked look out of the corner of his eye and stifling a laugh when she refused to meet his gaze. \u201cSomething soft and warm to put in front of the hearth. The old rug is getting rather thin and threadbare.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThat would be lovely! I think we\u2019d all enjoy that,\u201d Marie agreed fervently.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHave you been a good boy, then?\u201d Adam teased, certain that some private joke was underway and desperate to join in.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cOh yes!\u201d Marie said, in fervent tones. \u201cHe\u2019s been a very good boy indeed – I can vouch for that!\u201d She smirked happily as Ben choked on a mouthful of coffee. \u201cAll my boys have been good this year,\u201d she continued innocently.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss gave Joe a baleful look. \u201cAll but one!\u201d he muttered, watching Joe contentedly stick his fingers into his bowl and then noisily suck the oatmeal off them, with all too audible relish. \u201cI can\u2019t see Santa leaving him anything but a switch in his stocking!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam looked at his youngest brother and laughed. \u201cHe\u2019s still small enough to fit in a stocking, far less hang one up!\u201d Stretching out a hand, Adam tousled Joe\u2019s curls, receiving a beatific smile in response.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss scraped the last remaining scraps of oatmeal out of his bowl and smiled at Hop Sing ingratiatingly. \u201cAny more?\u201d he asked hopefully.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAll gone!\u201d Hop Sing said, wondering where the child put all that food.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Leaning out of his highchair, Joe helpfully started to edge his own bowl towards his older brother. He was already bored with breakfast, having quickly determined that oatmeal looked a good deal more exciting than it actually tasted.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cJoseph!\u201d Marie said in warning tones and Joe shot back into his seat, his hands inadvertently giving the bowl one final push, so that it toppled off the tray and spilt its contents all over the tablecloth.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSee? He can\u2019t even eat his breakfast without causing trouble!\u201d Hoss said angrily, wiping blobs of cereal off his shirt with a napkin. \u201cYou\u2019re just a menace, that\u2019s what you are!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s bottom lip began to give a familiar quiver and his eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThere is nothing quite like a lovely, family Christmas, is there?\u201d Ben asked Marie wryly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAbsolutely nothing!\u201d she agreed, raising her voice to be heard above the disconsolate wails of the baby. Marie scooped Joe out of his highchair and began to soothe him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Life is so very simple when you are young<\/em>, she thought, cuddling the baby to her and murmuring softly to him, feeling the small body begin to relax and sag against her as the tension eased. There are few things that a little loving can\u2019t sort out. Now, if only I could smooth Hoss\u2019 ruffled feathers as easily as I can calm Joseph<\/em>.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

There were times when Marie detected a vague thawing in Hoss\u2019 attitude towards his baby brother, but in general these were still few and far between.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI have to go into town to pick up some packages,\u201d Ben announced. \u201cWho wants to come with me?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cMe! Me!\u201d Hoss bounced up and down in his seat with glee, his earlier sulks quickly forgotten. \u201cYou coming, Adam?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cGuess so.\u201d Adam anxiously fingered the coins in his pocket, hoping that he had saved enough money to buy presents for his family.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI have a list, upstairs on my bureau.\u201d Marie\u2019s voice was soft, for Joe was on the verge of sleep, his breathing slow and regular, long eyelashes sweeping down onto rosy cheeks. \u201cJust a few things I need\u2026\u201d She dimpled roguishly at Ben, who shook his head in mock-sternness, knowing full-well that the list undoubtedly covered at least two sides of paper, but he willingly rose to collect it.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben stopped halfway upstairs and looked at the scene below: Adam and Hoss in eager conversation, their heads close together as they whispered secrets about Christmas presents to one another; Marie seated before the fire, their sleeping baby securely cradled in her arms; the first fall of snow outside the windows casting a pure and vibrant radiance over everything.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cA real, family Christmas,\u201d he thought, rubbing his chin reflectively. \u201cThat sounds perfect to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHear that?\u201d Marie said, walking to the door. \u201cThat\u2019s your Papa, and Adam and Hoss, come back from town.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe clapped his hands together in excitement and made a headlong lunge forward as his father came inside, bringing the chill of a winter\u2019s day with him. Luckily, Ben was used to his youngest son\u2019s impetuous nature and fielded the child neatly before he tumbled onto the floor.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cDid you get all the shopping?\u201d Marie asked anxiously.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben gave her a sheepish look. \u201cAll the packages \u2013 and some extras as well\u2026\u201d She noticed that he was unable to meet her eyes and that his voice tailed off miserably, but before Marie could enquire any further, Ben was pushed firmly to one side.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cFor heavens sake, Benjamin, do you have to stand around, cluttering up the place?\u201d A small, determined woman bustled forward and smiled ferociously at Marie. She looked rather like a Yorkshire terrier in a bonnet \u2014 all spiky determination, beady eyes, piercing yap and painful bite.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cCousin Clarissa – what a surprise!\u201d Marie said, honesty getting the better of her. \u201cWe had no idea you were coming, did we?\u201d She gave her husband a penetrating stare.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben shrugged his shoulders helplessly. \u201cNone at all,\u201d he confirmed. If he had even the faintest inkling that his cousin was intending to bestow her presence upon them, Ben would have whisked his family as far away as possible. To the Sandwich Islands, if necessary. Previous encounters had given Ben Cartwright a hearty fear of his formidable relative.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI always think Christmas is a time for families, don\u2019t you?\u201d Clarissa said smugly, bustling forward to warm her hands at the fire. \u201cAnd isn\u2019t anyone even going to offer me a dish of tea?\u201d She tilted her head to one side and saw Ben meekly trot off to the kitchen. The sight gave her considerable satisfaction and it was only with great difficulty that she managed to subdue a giggle. \u201cYou can put my luggage in my usual room,\u201d she announced as Adam struggled in with a large and heavy suitcase.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The boy nodded briefly, being too out of breath to actually speak and turned dutifully towards the downstairs bedroom, thankful that he didn\u2019t have to lug the confounded thing upstairs. Judging by the weight, Cousin Clarissa was planning on a long stay. Adam sighed softly at this unpleasant prospect and then trudged dutifully back outside to deal with the rest of her belongings.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYou should see all the boxes Cousin Clarissa brought!\u201d Hoss confided, leaning contentedly against Marie\u2019s knee. Joe reached forward and patted him on the head, cooing happily as his small fingers tangled amongst the soft hair. Too excited to scold, Hoss turned around and smiled at his little brother. \u201cThere might even be something in there for you, Little Joe!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe babbled happily in response and nearly bounced off his mother\u2019s knee. Luckily, Marie was well-accustomed to her child\u2019s rambunctious nature and had a tight hold of him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI always say it is better to give than to receive,\u201d Clarissa said primly. \u201cOf course, in my position, it is difficult for me to give appropriate gifts, but I do feel it is my bounden duty to visit my relations. That is the least I can do. Of course, it is highly inconvenient for me, but still, where one\u2019s family is concerned, I am willing to sacrifice my own needs and desires.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHow very kind and selfless of you,\u201d Ben said, forcing a smile onto his face. It sat oddly, wreathed in insincerity, but Clarissa did not seem to notice.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI try, Benjamin. I do try,\u201d she assured him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

But it is not easy<\/em>, Clarissa thought, watching as the family gathered together and began to exchange news of their respective days. It is not easy to always be the outsider, never to have anyone who really belongs to you. Hereon the Ponderosa, although I am apart and distinct from you, I am also a part of you all. In some small way, I belong with you. How could I spend Christmas anywhere else? You are my family and everyone needs to feel part of a family at Christmastime.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

She smiled at Joe and when he reached out, Clarissa took the plump baby-hand in her own, marvelling in its softness. For just one fleeting moment a look of pure happiness spun across her face, but just as quickly she dismissed it and schooled her features into impassivity, seasoned lightly with a vinegar-dressing. To expose oneself was the first step on the road to disaster and Clarissa had only herself. She was only too aware there was no-one to defend her, to shield her from hurt or to curl up against on a cold winter\u2019s night. Still, she had the Cartwrights, in some small measure. And she was determined to make the most of her time with them.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, you two met in New Orleans?\u201d Clarissa enquired, taking a genteel sip of port after dinner. She had been absurdly gratified to see the table laid with the red and white china she had bestowed upon the family on an earlier visit. Such a good, serviceable choice! Pedestrian and sturdy in execution, but ideal for careless boys\u2026and while the pattern was slightly smudgy and indistinct in places, why one couldn\u2019t have everything, could one?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam watched her intently, still amazed at the different faces his cousin was able to assume. He still had difficulty in reconciling this genteel lady with the demon poker-player he knew dwelt beneath the prim and proper exterior. He had a sneaking suspicion there was more to Cousin Clarissa than met the eye, but he still wary of her and tended to keep his distance.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben reached across the table and took Marie\u2019s hand in his own, raised it to his lips and kissed it fervently. \u201cWe did indeed meet in New Orleans. And that was where we fell in love. I fell in love with Marie the first time I saw her, riding down the street with her head held high and fire burning in her eyes. I\u2019d never seen a more beautiful woman!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Marie felt her cheeks burn and was aware of Hoss wriggling in embarrassment beside her.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clarissa slapped his thigh firmly. \u201cDon\u2019t squirm dear \u2014 people will think you have worms. And that only results in the most embarrassing course of medical treatment. Believe me on that.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Lost for words, Hoss nodded speechlessly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clarissa turned her gaze back to the adults and remarked \u201cHandsome is as handsome does!\u201d in a tart tone of voice<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben momentarily diverted his eyes from gazing at his wife. \u201cMarie does me handsomely!\u201d he said passionately and was gratified to see Adam chuckle. He winked solemnly at his son.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHow do you know when you\u2019re in love?\u201d Adam asked. He had been pondering this question for some time, ever since Lucinda Patterson had put her hair up and her skirts down. All of a sudden she appeared quite different and Adam felt a lump in his throat that made it difficult to speak if she even smiled at him. Was this love? Then again, there was a strange new girl at school who kept fluttering her eyelashes at him and pursing her lips in a most disconcerting manner. What if she were in love with him? Were you allowed not to be in love with someone, even if they loved you? Did you have to love them back, or could you just say \u201cno, thank you very much\u201d? Adam found the whole business of growing up to be very confusing indeed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s different for everyone,\u201d Ben said. \u201cI grew up with your mother, Adam \u2014 and out of our friendship grew love. Elizabeth was my first love. And then, when I met Inger, falling in love was the last thing on my mind.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The memories no longer hurt, Ben realised. For the first time he found himself wanting to talk about his first two wives and to share his memories of them.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThere was just something about Inger, such a deep beauty within her, that one day I realised I was in love with her. Sometimes love is always there, sometimes love just creeps up on you, when you least expect it. And at other times love comes galloping around the corner and straight into your heart!\u201d He smiled to see how hard Adam was concentrating and suspected the boy had an ulterior motive. How fast his sons were growing up!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s different for everyone,\u201d Marie added. \u201cBut when you are really in love, you know you cannot live without the person. You have to be with them in order to be whole. And you know you would do anything to keep them from harm.\u201d She looked at the four men in her life: Ben, Adam, Hoss and Joe and knew that there was no price too high to keep them safe.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI loved each one of you boys from the moment you were born,\u201d Ben said. \u201cAnd no matter what happens, I\u2019ll always love you.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss looked perplexed and highly dubious. \u201cEven Joe? When his diaper needs changed?\u201d He could think of nothing worse.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cEven Joe!\u201d Ben laughed, looking contentedly at his youngest son, who had managed to smear a good amount of mashed potato into his hair and was now sitting contentedly squishing another handful between his palms and watching it ooze out between his chubby fingers. \u201cAnd don\u2019t worry Hoss, Joe will grow up soon enough. But not too soon, I hope. I\u2019m not quite ready to say goodbye to my baby boy just yet.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sometimes Hoss wondered about his father. Imagine wanting to keep a messy, smelly baby! And then it suddenly struck him \u2013Little Joe was annoying enough right now, and he was still only just a baby! How much worse would he be when he got older? Hoss looked up in consternation and Clarissa gave him a sympathetic smile.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

At least someone understands<\/em>, Hoss thought. If only she didn\u2019t have to go away! How wonderful it would be if Cousin Clarissa could stay here for ever and ever\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He sat quietly mulling the thoughts in his head. Cousin Clarissa made him feel special, not just the boy in the middle but someone unique and valued.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It\u2019s no fun being stuck in the middle! There ain\u2019t even a special word for it, like oldest or youngest \u2013 I\u2019m just lumped there, in the middle of nothing. And half the time I\u2019m told I\u2019m too young to do the things that Adam does and the other half I\u2019m told not to behave like a baby! I sure wish they\u2019d make up their minds! It ain\u2019t fair<\/em>! Hoss slumped down in his chair in disgust.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYou want to sing some carols?\u201d Adam suggested, seeing the black expression on his younger brother\u2019s normally sunny countenance. After months of being so embarrassed by the weird croaking noises that came out of his throat whenever he tried to sing, Adam was fairly sure that his voice had settled into a new, deeper register and he was keen to see how it sounded.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Marie picked up Joe, who had slumped forwards, lying across the tray of his high chair in a contended sleep. \u201cJust let me put this little Cartwright to bed and then come down and join you.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The strains of \u201cGood King Wenceslas\u201d accompanied her upstairs, with Clarissa providing a surprisingly powerful contralto that sent the centre light swaying back and forth. Hoss joined in the carol with considerable enthusiasm and a tremulous, sharp treble; Adam was absurdly gratified to find he was now the proud possessor of a baritone voice, while Ben did sterling service on the bass. Luckily, Joe was a sound sleeper and did not stir as the loud singing reverberated throughout the house. He continued to slumber peacefully as his mother ran a damp cloth through his curls, removing most of the mashed potato in the process.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Shutting the bedroom door behind her, Marie ran downstairs, joining in the next carol gleefully.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAdeste fideles,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Laeti triumphantes<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Venite, venite\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Her voice rang out, clear, pure and high and the carollers down below smiled up in admiration. All except one.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThat ain\u2019t right!\u201d Hoss protested. \u201cDon\u2019t you know the right words, Ma? I thought everyone knew them words!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam started to protest, but Marie laid a finger against her lips, murmured her apologies to the little boy and almost managed to keep a straight face as she started singing again, in English this time.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are we havin\u2019 for Christmas dinner?\u201d Hoss asked.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHop Sing have plenty big goose.\u201d He held his hands far apart. \u201cSo big, maybe not fit in oven!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss\u2019 eyes grew round with surprise. \u201cThat big?\u201d he said in awe.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hop Sing nodded contentedly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cBig enough for all of us and a guest?\u201d Hoss asked ingenuously.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAnd exactly who were you planning on inviting?\u201d Ben asked, appearing suddenly from the dining room with Joe in his arms.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNo one,\u201d Hoss muttered, eyeing up the stove dubiously. It certainly looked big enough, but then, Hop Sing knew what he was talking about, didn\u2019t he? He was the best cook in Nevada, after all. But this goose sounded enormous! Hoss felt hungry just thinking about it.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHoss \u2014 look at me,\u201d Ben commanded gently. There was enough going on in the house without his boy starting to keep secrets from him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss raised cornflower-blue eyes up towards his father and gulped slightly as he met the firm gaze. \u201cI just though it would be nice to ask Sheriff Coffee for Christmas dinner,\u201d he explained. \u201cHe ain\u2019t got no-one else and I thought he might be lonely.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben reached out an arm and hugged his son to him. \u201cThat\u2019s a lovely thought son. I\u2019m very proud of you. How about we ride into town and invite Roy to join us on Christmas Day?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss skipped happily, basking in the praise. \u201cThanks Pa! Just you an\u2019 me though \u2013 we don\u2019t have to take Joe with us, do we?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cJust you and me,\u201d Ben agreed readily. \u201cI think we deserve a little time together, just us men, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Puffing out his chest, Hoss nodded in agreement. As his father turned to ask Hop Sing if any additional supplies were needed from town, Hoss stuck his tongue out at the baby, who looked intrigued at the accomplishment and poked his own tongue out speculatively, before grabbing it with his fingers.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t do that!\u201d Ben chided, pulling Joe\u2019s hand down automatically and totally missing the triumphant smile on Hoss\u2019 face. Supremely unconcerned, Joe merely stuffed his fingers into his mouth and pulled out his tongue again.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAnd don\u2019t forget to pick up that gold braining I ordered from the Mercantile!\u201d Marie called out.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clarissa arched one eyebrow elegantly as Adam watched enviously. He had spent many long hours before a mirror trying to emulate her sophisticated gesture, but had made little progress. Still, he was determined to persevere.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThe church is putting on a Nativity Play on Christmas Eve and Adam is going to be one of the Three Wise Men,\u201d Marie explained. She pulled a dark crimson robe from her sewing basket. \u201cI\u2019ve almost finished his costume and just need to add some gold braid to make it extra special.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cVery nice,\u201d Clarissa sniffed contemptuously. \u201cDon\u2019t let it go to your head!\u201d she warned Adam, who felt a little of the joy seep out of him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Marie hastened to pout oil on troubled waters. \u201cAnd Hoss is going to play one of the cows in the stable,\u201d she informed her guest.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d rather be a chicken!\u201d Hoss yelled from the kitchen and Clarissa dug her fingernails sharply into the palm of her hand.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI do a real good chicken,\u201d he continued, coming back into the living room. \u201cYou should see it, Cousin Clarissa!\u201d He gave her a conspiratorial smile. On an earlier visit, Clarissa had shared a well-guarded secret with the little boy: her inimitable impersonation of a hen about to lay an egg. Clarissa had perfected the skill in her youth and had passed the secret down to Hoss, vowing him to secrecy in the process.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat an extraordinary accomplishment,\u201d Clarissa agreed, somehow managing to compose her features into something approaching serenity. She pulled a half-dollar out of her reticule and whispered in the little boy\u2019s ear, being careful not to be observed by anyone else.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAnd guess who Joseph is going to be?\u201d Ben announced proudly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clarissa sat back in her chair, a look of extreme horror on her face. \u201cSurely not?\u201d she managed in an unsteady voice, shaking her head in disbelief.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben and Marie nodded proudly and Joe seemed to sense he was the topic of conversation, for he squeaked loudly with exuberant delight.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThe Baby Jesus!\u201d Adam confirmed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThat child already has far too great a sense of his own importance,\u201d Clarissa warned in stentorian tones. \u201cI can only see this leading to trouble. It would be much more suitable to wait until he is older and can portray his namesake \u2013 and just stand there, not doing a thing and keeping perfectly quiet!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss smiled up at her. \u201cHe sure is a noisy little thing, ain\u2019t he?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clarissa nodded in agreement. \u201cAnd most inconsiderate to make such a cacophony of noise before a visitor. Shocking bad manners, even in one so young.\u201d She took hold of Hoss\u2019 hand and the pair marched outside.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam took Joe into his arms and joggled him consolingly. \u201cDon\u2019t you listen to a word she says! \u201che advised. \u201cYou\u2019re going to be a perfect Baby Jesus, aren\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe had not long finished eating, which no doubt accounted for the hearty burp he punctuated his brother\u2019s query with. Luckily, Clarissa was not within earshot at the time.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan you come? Please, Roy \u2013 please?\u201d Hoss begged.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Sheriff tugged reflectively at his moustache, highly flattered to have been asked, yet not wanting to appear too eager. \u201cWell, I don\u2019t rightly know, young lad\u2026\u201d he started.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss looked desolate. \u201cBut why not? You ain\u2019t doing nothing, are you?\u201d He looked around the empty jail house, where the only sign of activity was a half-finished game of checkers sitting on a table. It did not look as if the Sheriff was exactly rushed off his feet. \u201cYou can play checkers with us,\u201d Hoss offered generously. \u201cI\u2019m real good, but Adam\u2019s even better.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a mighty tempting offer,\u201d Roy conceded. \u201cBut in this here line of work, I can\u2019t tell what might happen and I don\u2019t like to keep promises I can\u2019t keep. A man\u2019s word is his bond, don\u2019t you know?\u201d He struggled not to appear too keen, but in truth he was desperate to accept. Christmas dinner on the Ponderosa! It was a dream come true for a lonely man like Roy, who had come to rely not only on his own company but on his own cooking. And after fifty years he was pretty sick of both of them.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss had absolutely no idea what Roy was talking about, but he could see his dreams dissolving. He gave his father a despairing look. \u201cPa\u2026\u201d he wheedled.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWe really would love to have you join us,\u201d Ben said. \u201cHop Sing will be roasting a goose and he\u2019s planning on making bread sauce to go with it. And roast potatoes too,\u201d he added. \u201cPlus gravy. And maybe even figgy pudding\u2026\u201d He smiled temptingly at the Sheriff.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Roy could feel his mouth starting to water. \u201cWell, I do hates to disappoint a youngun\u2019,\u201d he admitted. \u201cAnd if there ain\u2019t no emergencies, I\u2019ll be mighty proud to join you for Christmas dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Wreathed in smiles, Hoss skipped out to begin his Christmas shopping. It seemed that this was going to be the very best Christmas ever! Looking carefully in both directions, he scampered across the street to the Mercantile, where he carefully surveyed all the delights on offer before carefully making his purchases.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cShould I bring anything?\u201d Roy asked anxiously. While social occasions were not his forte, it was well-nigh impossible to resist the pleading eyes of young Hoss Cartwright!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNothing at all!\u201d Ben replied smoothly, well accustomed to hosting far larger events. \u201cHop Sing will have everything under control. All we ask for is the pleasure of your company.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Roy laughed nervously. \u201cI ain\u2019t never been described in such fancy terms before,\u201d he confessed. \u201cBut I\u2019m not afraid to admit that I gets powerful lonely at this time of year and I thank you gladly.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

His heartfelt words seemed to hit Ben right in the solar plexus. It was so very easy to take all his gifts for granted and just to assume that everyone enjoyed such a happy and fulfilling life. The spark kindled in the Sheriff\u2019s eyes awoke a resonance deep inside his own soul and Ben strode out into Virginia City, determined to spread some more cheer around. It was the obvious thing to do at Christmas, wasn\u2019t it? Surveying the street in both directions, Ben felt a warm glow spread throughout his body. Life felt very sweet indeed. To have a son with such sensibilities \u2013 his lessons had obviously gone deep into the young boy\u2019s soul. It was a deep feeling of pride that he followed Hoss across the street.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cGood morning, Mrs Jones, Miss Jones!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben doffed his hat politely at the mother and daughter, not long arrived in town and still struggling to settle in. It was at this point that a wonderful idea struck him\u2026<\/p>\n

Hoss stood before the fireplace and surveyed the tree with a critical eye. \u201cIt ain\u2019t bad, Adam, but\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

His elder brother gave him an old fashioned look. \u201cBut what?\u201d he responded caustically, trying with all his might and main to remain calm and collected. Despite his best efforts, Adam could not quite manage to crook his eyebrow in the approved fashion. In fact, he was getting a searing pain across his forehead.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s something missing,\u201d Hoss said slowly, just as the door to the downstairs bedroom opened and Clarissa glided forward. Without saying a word, she handed Adam a small package, wrapped in white paper.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Slowly, with fumbling fingers, the young boy unwrapped the parcel to reveal two dozen slim wax tapers, made of purest wax, gleaming with a clear white purity. His face reflected his inner joy as he carefully clipped each slender candle to a branch of the tree and then, leaning towards the fire, dipped a taper into the flames and lit each tiny wick in turn, until the tree was ablaze with flame, sparkling with an elemental glory and sending beams of light shooting across the room. The boys turned to Clarissa, the fire reflected in their eyes, and hugged her. For just a moment, they were all incapable of speech.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cMerry Christmas!\u201d Clarissa broke the uncanny silence and kissed the young faces upturned towards her own. For the first time in so many years, she felt a sense of peace, love and understanding. The tiny lights seemed to chase away all the dark shadows that haunted her. She knew they were only a transient effect, but vowed to enjoy the day fully. It was a family Christmas after all, and she was a part of this family. Nothing could change that.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Roy approached the Ponderosa for his Christmas lunch with a certain degree of trepidation, anxiously pulling at his starched shirt collar and gulping several times in quick succession. Tales of the formidable Cousin Clarissa had already spread around town and he had almost wished for a bank robbery or a hold-up in the stagecoach line that might provide a handy means of escape from this social engagement. However, no such merciful release had been forthcoming, so Roy steeled his soul, summoned every ounce of courage and gingerly knocked on the door.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cCome in!\u201d Ben\u2019s hearty voice was clearly audible, as was the pitter patter of footsteps. As the door opened, Roy took a deep, cleansing breath.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWelcome.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It was a cool, crisp voice, he realised. Emanating from a petite figure.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

This Cousin Clarissa ain\u2019t half as scary as folks make out,<\/em> Roy thought. He smiled ingratiatingly and allowed himself to be led meekly into the lions den. Although he was unaware of it, his modest demeanour and unassuming personality made him a perfect sacrificial victim to be chewed up and spat out by the formidable Cousin Clarissa.<\/p>\n

One Year Later<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWe certainly can\u2019t invite Roy again, can we?\u201d Ben stated. \u201cThe poor fellow was just about frightened out of a whole year\u2019s growth. I\u2019ve never been so embarrassed in my whole life.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss shuddered quietly. \u201cI thought he and Cousin Clarissa would get on real well,\u201d he offered. \u201cI thought they might get married and then she would stay here for ever!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben shook his head in disbelief. \u201cWhat on earth made you think that?\u201d He did not like to think about the rather dreadful events at the dinner table. Suffice to say that Clarissa had stalked off in utter mortification after Roy\u2019s heavy-handed attempts at gallantry. And that Roy would never be able to look at a Brussels Sprout without wincing. It had been highly embarrassing.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re both lonely?\u201d Hoss offered feebly. \u201cI thought they might keep one another company. An\u2019 it was you that said that love sometimes creeps up on, all unawares like.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben occupied himself filling his pipe. It had taken Roy a long time to recover from his ordeal and he was still inclined to play nervously with his watch chain in moments of tension. \u201cIt is best to prepare people fully, before introducing them to Cousin Clarissa,\u201d he ventured tentatively. \u201cAnd to make sure they have a clear means of escape.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam glared at his father. \u201cIt was the worst Christmas ever! Why on earth did you invite the Widow Jones and her peculiar daughter, Abigail?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cChristmas is a time when we should extend a hand of friendship,\u201d Ben said, trying to sound firm and certain. They certainly were a strange pair of females, he reflected.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI think there\u2019s something wrong with that Abigail creature!\u201d Adam fumed. The memory was seared into his soul. \u201cShe never stopped simpering at me all day, and then she nearly dislocated my shoulder trying to pull me underneath the mistletoe! What on earth possessed you, Pa? Of all the people \u2013 why did you have to invite them?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben exchanged sympathetic glances with Hoss. \u201cI thought they were lonely and wanted to stretch out a hand of kindness.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam grunted in acknowledgement. \u201cAt least we\u2019ll be spared that particular pleasure this year.\u201d He was still haunted by memories of the exceptionally plain Abigail Jones, who managed to combine freckles, a gawky figure and protruding teeth, along with an incredibly tenacious personality.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t worry son,\u201d Ben soothed. \u201cI\u2019m sure Abigail will forget all about you soon.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam just cocked one eyebrow sceptically. At least he had learned one thing over the last twelve months. Now, if only he could blot the vision of Abigail pursuing him around the living room \u2014 gosh, she could run fast! And hurdle too! If only he hadn\u2019t tripped over that new fur rug Pa had bought, falling literally into her arms\u2026 Adam still felt quite nauseous at the very thought of what had transpired with Abigail Jones. She still leered unattractively at him each time they met\u2026<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben eyed the bearskin rug that lay before the stone hearth and exchanged passionate glances with Marie. He remembering how her skin gleamed against the fur as she luxuriated before the fire late at night on Christmas Day, once all the boys were safely tucked away upstairs and Cousin Clarissa had retired to bed. There really was nothing quite like a log fire \u2014 and it was always good to start a new Christmas tradition, to add to the old ones.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

All in all, last Christmas had been pretty memorable, Ben thought. Still, he wouldn\u2019t say no to a nice, quiet, family Christmas this year.<\/p>\n

Next in the Relative Series:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Relatively Peaceful<\/a><\/p>\n

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