So this is the second Christmas story I have going on right now! My other one (if you want to read it) is called Twelve Days of Christmas and I would love it if you checked it out! I know you probably think I should finish that one first and you also think its weird that Im doing two xmas stories in November BUUUUUUUT this is the third story Im doing so updates wont be so regular and I wanna get the xmas ones done by the end of the year! And I couldn't wait! I really wanted to this story ever since the idea came into my head when I was watching the Nutcracker earlier! IM JUST SO EXCITED FOR CHRISTMAS!

Oh and by the way, I'm giving Logan a brother in this... I could have used Kendall instead of Logan and used Katie(which would make things easier) but in every story I've done so far, Kendall has always been in the pairing. I wanted to do something different!

Now, on with the story...

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Christmas was always more organized and precise rather than fun and festive in the Mitchell household. They never did anything that comes with Christmas like decorating the tree or baking cookies or putting up the lights. No, they made the staff do that. It's not that they thought they were too good for Christmas just because they lived in a mansion, owned many sports cars and had more than enough designer clothes, they just believed that people of their class shouldn't bother themselves with such petty tasks as putting an ornament on tree. Well, that's how most of the Mitchells felt.

Logan loved Christmas! Everything about it, from the angel on top of the tree right down to the last crumb on a gingerbread house. He would always ask the staff to do all the decorating when his family were out so he could help and not risk his parents catching him. They'd be very angry if they even caught him talking to one of the maids and not requesting a drink or complaining about how his clothes weren't ironed right. But Logan wasn't like that. That was his parents and his little brother, not him. He was nothing like his snobby family.

So, knowing that Mr. Mitchell didn't finish work until early evening and Mrs. Mitchell was out with her youngest son, Logan thanked the maid when she strolled through his open doorway with clean sheets in her arms.

"You're very welcome, Logan." Kelly said with a smile. Logan loved Kelly! Her mother was one of the few maids that have been working for his parents longer than his been alive so she had been around since the day he was born -although, she was only a teenager then- and Logan's mom thought it would be easier to hire her as a nanny rather than interview a bunch of old women with gum in their purses that could rot his teeth. Logan looked at her as an older sister and sometimes a loving mother, something he wasn't used to having.

"Do you want help?" He asked from where he sat on the small leather couch in the corner of his room.

"No thanks, sweetie." She said with a smile, placing the clean sheets aside as she shooed the dog off the bed. When Logan was thirteen, his mom was gracious enough to get him a brown Newfoundland puppy which Logan named Biscuit. What she didn't see coming was that he was going to grow into a big dog and when Logan turned eighteen this year, she started talking about giving the dog away. But Logan would never let that happen.

"But if you really want to do something," Kelly said as Biscuit sat on the couch next to Logan. "My mom is about to start making a gingerbread house. She would love some help." Logan instantly brightened. He always enjoyed helping Mrs. Wainwright with anything because she would always tell stories about her and her husband and all the things they saw when they road tripped through America in the 80's. With a smile, he jumped to his feet and walk-ran out the room after saying goodbye to Kelly and Biscuit.

He found Mrs. Wainwright in the kitchen, setting up to put the house together. She lifted her head when she heard Logan stroll in. "I was wondering when you'd show up." She laughed gestured for him to come over.

"You could have told me you were doing this now." Logan said, taking the oven mitts from her and going to the oven to pull out the already baked gingerbread.

"I told Kelly to tell you." She said with a shake of the head.

"Well you know what's she's like." He joked, putting the tray on the kitchen counter before going back to get the second. "Why didn't you just tell me?"

"I haven't had the time to find you! I've been so stressed out with preparing everything for your aunt and-"

"She's coming for Christmas?" Logan said, excitement evident in his voice as he placed the second tray down. Every Christmas, Mrs. Mitchell would invite her sister, Nicole, to stay with them until New Years but she would always leave on Boxing Day because she could never stay in one place too long. Nicole was a traveller and has seen probably everything but she would always say "there's so much more to discover, the world is only getting bigger and I plan on living every adventure it throws at me." Logan didn't believe the world was getting bigger, if anything it was getting smaller. But that didn't matter to him because he loved to hear the stories of her travels and about the people she met whether it be a poor boy on the streets or Morocco or a king of a country that wasn't big enough to be on the map.

But Logan was starting to worry that she wasn't going to show up this year. Usually she would arrive a couple of days before the twenty-fifth but it was Christmas Eve now and she still hadn't arrived. He was starting to think it was due to the loud argument she and his mother had over the phone during the fall. Logan was overjoyed to find out that she was arriving.

"She certainly is." Mrs. Wainwright replied, rolling her sleeves up to her elbows. "She should be here a little while before dinner. So we have to hurry and get this finished so I can start on dinner and your parents should be home soon."

Logan sighed at the mention of his parents. It's not that he didn't love them, he did. It was just that sometimes they could be neglectful and always bring down his Christmas spirit. "Okay, let's do this."

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Once Logan and Mrs. Wainwright finished with the gingerbread house and placed it on a high table in the living room so Biscuit wouldn't be able to reach it, the older maid shooed Logan off, telling him his mother would be arriving soon. So he decided to busy himself in the library. But he only spent ten minutes in there before his annoying little brother came running in, disturbing the peace, making their arrival clear.

What made things worse, last month he got a remote control helicopter and he loved to "accidentally" hit Logan with it. And that's how he knew the nine year old was home, when it collided with the back of his head while he read one of his favourite books.

"Donovan, what the hell?!" Logan yelled, dropping his book on the table and turned to face the annoying child.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said, trying to play innocent but his snickering betrayed him. Logan couldn't be bothered with him today, he was in too much of a good mood for it to be ruined by him, so he ignored his annoying brother and walked passed him. After all, it was Christmas -well, Christmas Eve, but still- and it was a time for family and to show love for one another. But it was almost impossible to show love to a brother like Donovan. Logan wanted to strangle him most of the time.

"By the way," Donovan yelled as he ran to catch up to him. "Mom said you need to start getting ready because dad is going to be picking Aunt Nicole up from the airport on his way home from work so they'll be here in an hour."

"Okay, I'll be ready." Logan answered, heading for the stairs.

"And she said to shower too cause you reek." It was obvious those weren't the words Mrs. Mitchell used, she would say it in a more classy and a somewhat dignified way. That was just Donovan being the annoying brat he is.

Logan didn't take long in the shower, wanting to hurry and get ready for Aunt Nicole but also wanting to get clean as he belted out Last Christmas by Wham! Once he considered himself squeaky clean, he turned the shower off, wrapped a towel around his waist and went back to his room where Biscuit was lying on his bed. He had his clothes hung up on his tall bed-frame -Black designer slacks (although Logan couldn't remember what designer), a crisp white button up with a crimson red velvet vest. After grabbing a pair of boxer briefs and slipping them on, he hurried to get dressed while humming a little Christmas tune to himself.

When Logan had gotten his clothes ready before he got in the shower, he pulled out a dark green bow tie and left it on his bed, but now it wasn't there. He looked around the general area of where he left it but it wasn't anywhere to be found. "Where is it?" He muttered to himself and then he heard the familiar snickering of an annoying kid who was always around when something wasn't right. "Donovan!" He yelled, opening his bedroom door and there he was. "Where's my tie?" Logan said through gritted teeth.

Donovan shrugged. "Why you asking me?"

"I'm not playing!" Logan yelled. "Aunt Nicole got me that for my birthday! Now where is it?" He shrugged again and it only infuriated Logan more because he knew he had it on him. With that thought in mind, he quickly grabbed Donovan, falling to the ground when he struggled, and started to hurriedly search through his pockets.

"Let me go!" Donovan yelled continuously. "I'll tell mom!" He started to yell for mom but not for long because Logan soon let him go when he found his tie in his back pocket. They were both breathing heavy as Logan stood up and put his tie on.

"I've told you before, stay out of my room!" Logan told him sternly. Donovan only groaned and stormed off as Logan went back to his room to do his hair so it was spiked up in an almost classy way. He grabbed his loafers and sat on the edge of his bed before putting them on. Biscuit rested his head on Logan's lap, sensing the sudden mood change. Logan sighed and started to scratch behind his dog's ears. "He just gets me so mad, you know? With all these stupid pranks or just those petty things he does to get me so worked up! I try not to let him get under my skin but he's just so... Infuriating! I wish he was never-" Logan stopped himself before he could finish that sentence. Although he hated his brother at times, that was a horrible thing to even think, let alone wish. He sighed, "Why can't he just be normal?"

Biscuit made a little whiny noise in agreement that turned into a bark when he heard the front door open. He jumped off the bed and ran downstairs, excited to greet the new visitor. Logan smiled and followed in suit. The living room was where everyone was when he reached the bottom of the stairs. They were all greeting a blonde haired woman in a black knee-length dress and red tights.

"Aunt Nicole!" Logan exclaimed, excitedly. She turned and smiled a smile just as big as his. She opened her arms, waiting for a hug and he was quick to wrap his arms around his favourite aunt. Nicole was completely different to most aunts! She was young -only six years older than Logan himself- and she was adventurous, outgoing and, as much as he hated to admit it, she was so much more kind than his mother.

"I missed you!" He said into her shoulder. He only ever saw her on Christmas, not including the Skype calls once a month to let them all know that she was safe.

"I've missed you too!" She almost screeched in his ear and squeezed for emphasize. He pulled away with a laugh and looked at her closer. She really hasn't changed at all; perfect skin, crystal blue eyes, pale complexion and dark lips which were coated in red lipstick. "Oh my god, Logan! You've gotten so tall and you really gained some muscle this year! You're a grown man now."

Logan blushed as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "I haven't grown that much since you last saw me."

"I beg to differ." She laughed, running a hand through his hair, successfully messing it up. Logan laughed but pushed her hands away and quickly fixed his hair. "Oh someone's gotten touchy about their hair." She teased and Logan stuck his tongue out at her.

"So Nicole," Mrs. Mitchell said as she grabbed her arm and sat her down on the sofa. Donovan quickly took the seat next to her and Mr. Mitchell sat on his recliner, leaving Logan to sit on the footrest opposite his mom and aunt. "Where have you just gotten back from?"

"A small country just outside of China." She answered and Logan smiled. He had always wanted to go to China.

"What was it like there? What were the people like? Did you meet anyone special?" He eagerly asked, practically bouncing in his seat.

Nicole chuckled. "It was beautiful. The scenery was something out of this world! Oh Logan, you would have loved it! And there so much there! I sailed a junk, had my first rickshaw ride and I hiked the Great Wall of China!" The more Nicole spoke, the wider Logan's eyes got and his smile only got bigger. "And the people were so kind and welcoming, I was even invited to a party at the palace."

"Palace?" Logan asked, scooting a little closer to his aunt so he wouldn't miss a word. "Did you meet a prince?"

"I think that's enough of that." Mr. Mitchell said before Nicole even got the chance to answer.

"What? No! I want to hear Nicole's story!" Logan protested, sounding like a child.

"Don't talk back to your father, Logan." His mother scolded.

"Oh leave him alone, you two." Nicole told them before turning to face Logan again, ready to tell him the rest of the story but was interrupted again by his father.

"Well I would rather you stop filling Logan's head with your silly stories. You go running around all over the world rather than staying put like a sensible person and making out the world to be a wondrous place when it's just a slaughter house for the weak." Logan didn't appreciate the tone he used, he sounded so disgusted.

Nicole changed seats, sitting on the footrest next to Logan and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "There's a world full of adventures out there and Logan deserves to experience them all."

"He's not strong enough. He'll get himself killed." He retorted and Logan just looked down at his lap. They had this argument every year, he always tried to block them out but sometimes he couldn't ignore the hurtful comments from his father. Nicole started to defend Logan, saying he was perfectly strong enough but he wouldn't have it.

They argued for another five minutes before Nicole decided to end it. "I'm not having this argument with you this year, Charlie!" It was obvious that Mr. Mitchell was furious at her for using his nickname, he only ever liked to be called Charles or Mr. Mitchell -dad in Logan and Donovan's case- and he was already angry with Nicole. He wanted to lash out, yell at her for being so rude to him in his own house but deciding he didn't want to ruin Christmas, he stormed out of the room with his wife close behind, ready to calm him down.

Nicole shook her head. "I swear, that man-"

"Don't worry about it." Logan told her quickly, not wanting her to get even more angry and possibly not tell her the story of her trip to China. He shifted his body so he was facing her and held her hands in his. "Tell me about the party you were invited to. The one at the palace."

She smiled, ready to begin her story but, for the third time that night, was interrupted by Mrs. Wainwright calling for dinner. "I'll tell you later." She laughed at Logan's disappointed face. "I promise."

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After dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell disappeared to attend to some business but said they would be back soon enough. Logan, Nicole and Donovan went to the living room which was lit with firelight from candles and the fireplace and the lights from the Christmas tree. Donovan was on the floor playing with his toy cars while Nicole sat Logan on the sofa and told him the party at the palace.

"-Then he bowed and asked me to dance." Nicole said, finally telling Logan the story he had been waiting to hear all night.

"Did you?" Logan asked, smile plastered on his face.

"I couldn't say no to a prince!" She exclaimed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Wow." Logan sighed, almost envious of his favourite aunt for being able to meet a handsome prince of an unknown country and have him ask her to dance. "You must have felt like a princess. I wish I could have been there."

Nicole glanced around the room, as if to make sure no one was listening. "Maybe you can leave with me on Boxing Day." Logan's eyes widened at the suggestion. Leave? With Aunt Nicole? And travel the world and meet princes? The idea sounded too good to be true.

"Really?" He asked and received a more than enthusiastic nod in response. But then he realized. "Dad wouldn't let me go."

"But you're eighteen now. You can leave if you want!" She urged, grabbing his hands and pulling him to his feet. "Imagine it Logan, you and me! All around the world, seeing amazing sights and meeting princes! Dancing with royalty!" She brought one of his hands to her hip as she placed hers on his shoulder and lifted their joint hands high. She started to waltz around the room and hum a tune, causing Logan to laugh at her silliness. Nicole stopped the dance and grabbed his hands, looking him in the eye. "Come with me, Logan."

The idea sounded so appealing to him. He's always wanted to see the world, he wanted to meet exotic people and party with royalty. He wanted something so much more than a big house in Minnesota. But he couldn't go. "Dad wouldn't allow it." He sighed, letting himself fall back onto the sofa.

After a moment of silence, Nicole piped up. "Well, I'm sure he would allow these." She walked away for a minute, coming back with to Christmas presents in her hands.

"For Donovan." She handed his present -a box wrapped with green wrapping paper- first and he eagerly opened it to reveal small army men. Like he doesn't have enough of them already, Logan thought with a roll of the eyes.

"Thanks Aunt Nicole!" He said with a smile and started to play with them right away.

"And for Logan." She said, handing him the box with red wrapping paper. She sat next to him as he started to open it less eager than his brother but still full of excitement. Taking the lid off the box and moving the tissue paper aside, it revealed a nutcracker.

There we go. The first chapter...YAY:D So was this any good? Did you all enjoy it? It took me like, two days to get this down and I usually always finish a chapter in one day so yeah..! If you did...Perhaps...Liked it...Maybe you could...Erm...You know...Leave a review?...You totally don't have to but I would uh... Really appreciate it...So er...Please? K Thanks:D