EPISODE 157 - Christmas (and wedding) Bells Are Ringing

 A devastated Ann watches from a distance as Bobby and Jenna are locked in a kiss.  Unable to watch anymore, Ann turns and heads back up to the house.  

 

Meanwhile, Bobby pulls out of the kiss and pushes Jenna away.  "Jenna....."

 

"Bobby, don't.  Don't say anything," Jenna tells him.  "I know what you were going to say.  That shouldn't have happened, and you're right. I'm sorry."

 

"No, it shouldn't have happened," Bobby says.  "Jenna, we have been down this road before, and we've talked about this before.  I love Ann, and nothing or no one is ever gonna change that."  Bobby angrily walks away, leaving Jenna alone and feeling embarrassed.  

 

Back at the house, Sue Ellen and Catlin are chatting with Bum and his son, Detective Steven Jones, when Sue Ellen sees a visibly distraught Ann running into the  house. 

 

"Everyone, excuse me,"  Sue Ellen says.  Concerned for her friend, Sue Ellen leaves the men and walks to the house.  Going in, she finds Ann in the foyer, about to head up to her bedroom.  "Ann?"  Sue Ellen says.  "Are you alright?"

 

"I'm fine, Sue Ellen."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No, you're not.  Ann, I've known you long enough to know when something is wrong."

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You're absolutely right, Sue Ellen,"  Ann says.  "There is somethin' wrong, and it's high time I did somethin' about it."  With fire in her eyes, Ann turns and walks back out of the house, a confused Sue Ellen following her friend, wondering what had gotten Ann so upset.   

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seconds, Ann makes her way through the crowd, followed by Sue Ellen.  Standing nearby, Catlin, C.J., and Bum see the two women walk by.  Wondering what's going on, Catlin and C.J. follow.  At the same time, Bobby is heading back to the party from near the stables when he sees his wife approaching, followed by the others.  

 

"Annie?"  Bobby says, but Ann walks right past her husband without a word to him.  Bobby turns around and sees his wife approaching Jenna.  He follows behind her, along with Sue Ellen, Catlin, and C.J.

 

 Ann walks up to Jenna and looks her in the eye.  "I want you off this ranch right now!"

 

"What?"  Jenna asks.

 

"Annie, what's goin' on?"  Bobby asks, walking up to them.  

 

"I saw the two of you kissing,"  Ann replies, much to the shock of the others.  "And I want this woman off this ranch and out of my sight."

 

"Annie, that kiss meant nothing,"  says Bobby.

 

"To you, maybe.  But to HER......I'm sure it meant it a lot.  Get off this property, Jenna,"  Ann says as Lucas, Christopher, and Courtney walk up and join the others.  

 

"You're right,"  Jenna says.  "I did kiss Bobby in the heat of the moment.  But as for me leaving, I believe this ranch belongs to Bobby, and not to you, so it's up to him to order me off of it."

 

"Jenna, I think it's best if you leave,"  Bobby says.  

 

Hurt, Jenna looks at him, then at Lucas.  Without saying a word, Jenna brushes past Ann and begins walking toward the house.  

 

"And stay away from this ranch.......and away from Bobby,"  Ann angrily says.  

 

Jenna stops and turns back to her.  "My son and my grandchildren live here.  I have every right to visit them."

 

"Then you visit them someplace else,"  Ann says.  

 

Jenna simply looks at her, then turns and walks away.  

 

Bobby walks up to his wife.  "Honey," he says, reaching out to her.

 

"Bobby......don't,"  Ann says, pulling away from him.  She gives him and angry look, then walks away.  

 

"I'll talk to her, Bobby,"  Sue Ellen says, going after her friend as Christopher places a reassuring hand on his father's shoulder.

 

Meanwhile, Lucas follows his mother, catching up to Jenna as she reaches the patio, which is crowded with Barbecue guests.  "Mom?"  He calls to her.  Jenna turns to face her son.  "Why, Mom?  Why the hell did you do that?"

 

"It was spur of the moment."

 

"Spur of the moment?  You still love him, don't you?  Even after all these years, you're still in love with my father."

 

"Yes.  I can't help it, Lucas.  But yes, I'm still in love with Bobby.  We share so much history together.  We share you, and our grandson.  Bobby and I have more of a connection than he'll ever have with that......that WITCH!  My only regret is that I didn't fight for him years ago.  If I had, then all our lives would've been so different."  Jenna turns and walks away from her son.  

 

Sue Ellen finds Ann in tears at the stables.  She hesitates for a few seconds as she watches her friend from behind, then walks over to her.  "Ann," she says.

 

"I am SO damned mad right now.  At Jenna.  At Bobby, and at myself."

 

"Why are you angry with yourself?"

 

Ann turns to her.  "I feel like I let this happen.  Sue Ellen, if.......I feel like........"

 

"Like what, Ann?"

 

"I'm so afraid.  Afraid of losin' Bobby."

 

 

"To Jenna?  Ann, that will NEVER happen.  YOU are the one Bobby loves.  What he had with Jenna died a long, long time ago."

 

"It's not only Jenna.  It's all the mistakes I've made.  Mistakes I'm still makin'.  If I had only been honest with him from the start."

 

"Ann, you're not making any sense.  Honest with him about what?"  Sue Ellen asks.

 

"Sue Ellen, I can't.  I can't tell you."

 

"Ann, I've been able to tell for a long time now that something has been troubling you.  Please tell me what it is."

 

"I'm sorry,"  Ann says.  "I never should've said this much."

 

"Does this have something to do with Jenna?"

 

"No."

 

"Then what is it?  I might be able to help."

 

"No.  Sue Ellen, you are my dearest friend in the world, and I would trust you with my life,"  Ann says.  "But I can't and I WON'T involve you in this.  It wouldn't be fair of me.  This is just one thing that I'm gonna have to handle on my own......somehow."  Ann walks past Sue Ellen and heads back to the house, leaving Sue Ellen even more worried about her friend.  

Southfork....that night....

 

 

 

Ann turns down the covers of her and Bobby's bed that night as Bobby walks into the bedroom.  The two exchange uncomfortable looks for a few seconds, but neither says anything, then Ann returns to getting the bed ready.  

 

"I wish you'd say somethin',"  says Bobby.

 

"What do you want me to say?"

 

"I dunno.  Anything.  Scream, or yell."

 

"I don't feel like it,"  Ann says.  

 

"Do you want me to go and sleep on the sofa?"  

 

"No.  There's no need for that."

 

"Then don't you think we should talk about what happened today?"

 

Ann looks at him.  "There's nothin' to talk about.  I saw you and Jenna kissin'."

 

"And could you hear what we were saying?"  Bobby asks.

 

"No."

 

"I didn't think so.  Because if you could, then you would've heard me tell Jenna that I love you and nothing or anyone would ever change that.  Annie, there is NOTHING between Jenna and me."

 

 

 

 

"Nothin' but a son, a grandson, and an awful lot of years,"  says Ann.  "She's still in love with you, Bobby."

"But I am NOT in love with her," Bobby says.  "Yes, Jenna will always hold a special place in my life because of the history we share, and because of Lucas, but there is nothing between us now nor will there ever be anything between Jenna and me again.  That died years ago.  It's YOU that I love, and it's YOU that I wanna spend my golden years with, Annie.  I'm sorry for what happened today, and I'm sorry that you had to see that, but Jenna kissed ME.  Not the other way around."  Bobby walks over to her.  "Annie, when are you going to put aside these insecurities where Jenna is concerned?  I love you, and nothing will ever change that."

 As the beautiful Christmas tree stands center stage in the living room at Southfork, Ann, Sue Ellen,  Krystina, and Blaine Ewing Cory are seated on the two sofas as they discuss the last minute arrangements for Sue Ellen's wedding to Catlin, to take place the very next day, Christmas Eve.  

 

"What about flowers?"  Blaine asks.  "Have you ordered the flowers?"

 

"All taken care of,"  Ann replies.  

 

"Yes, I handled it personally,"  says Sue Ellen.  

 

"Have we left anything out?"  Krystina asks.

 

"Let's see,"  Ann says, picking up a paper with a checklist for the wedding.  "Now we've taken care of the flowers, the caterer, and now all we need is for Lucy to get here with the dress."

 

"Well, never fear, because the dress is here,"  Lucy says, walking into the room carrying a large dress box.  She places the box on the coffee table and takes off the top.  "I hope you like it," she says, taking the dress out.

 

"Oh my gosh,"  Sue Ellen says.  "Lucy, this is absolutely gorgeous."

 

"Yes, it sure is,"  agrees Krystina.  

 

"Lucy, I am speechless,"  says Ann.

 

"That is one of the most beautiful dresses I've ever seen,"  Blaine says.  "Lucy, where did you buy it?"

 

"I didn't," replies Lucy.  "I designed it myself."

 

"You did?  Really?"

 

"She sure did,"  Sue Ellen says.  "When Lucy heard that Catlin and I were getting married on Christmas Eve, she offered to design my dress."

 

Blaine gently touches the dress, feeling the fabric.  "Lucy, this is truly an incredible job."

 

"Thank you."

 

"Lucy, have you ever considered becoming a fashion designer?"  Krystina asks.  "I mean, you certainly have the talent for it."

 

"I've thought about it."

 

"Well,you should definitely go for it,"  says Blaine.  "You'd be a huge success if this dress is any indication of your work."

 

"I really appreciate that,"  Lucy says as Bobby and Catlin walk in.  "Oh no!"  Lucy gasps, quickly shoving the dress back into the box and replacing the lid.  

 

"Hey, what's going on?"  Catlin asks.

 

"You almost saw Sue Ellen's dress, and that's bad luck,"  Lucy says.

 

"Come on, Lucy, you really believe that?"  Bobby asks.

 

"As much as I believe in the Southfork wedding jinx.  Sue Ellen and Catlin are being smart by getting married at her house instead of here.  So no need to tempt fate by letting the groom see the dress BEFORE the wedding."

 

Catlin and Bobby laugh.  "Whatever you say, Lucy, and I apologize.  I didn't see a thing.  Blaine, is Alex gonna be able to make it to the wedding?"

 

"He hope so."

 

"Well, Catlin, why don't you and I go in the den and watch some football?"  Bobby suggests.  "Let these ladies finish with their planning."

 

"Sounds good to me.  Besides, there's something I wanna talk to you about, Bobby."

 

"Let's go, then,"  Bobby says as he and Catlin leave the room.  

 

"I'm glad that my brother left the room," Blaine says.  "Sue Ellen, your wedding is going to be perfect.  That little surprise for Catlin you and I talked about....... everything is all set.  Catlin's surprise will be at your wedding."

 

Sue Ellen smiles.  "Blaine, thank you.  I know how much that's gonna mean to Catlin."

 

"Hey, what surprise is this?"  Lucy asks.  

 

Sue Ellen and Blaine exchange looks and smiles.  "Lucy, let's just say it's something that's going to make Catlin very happy.

 

"Catlin is already very happy to be making you his wife," Ann says.  

 

"Well, this surprise is just icing on the cake."

 

"I guess we're all gonna just have to wait until tomorrow to see what it is, then?"  Krystina asks.

 

"Yes, you are."

 

"I can't wait,"  Krystina says with a smile,  Suddenly, she gasps and touches her stomach.

 

"Krystina, what's wrong?"  Sue Ellen asks.

 

"Are you alright?"  Asks Lucy.

 

"I'm fine.  The baby just kicked,"  Krystina replies.  "This little one is happy for his grandmother, too."

 

"Or HER grandmother,"  says Ann.

 

"You mean you and John Ross didn't find out the baby's sex?"  Blaine asks.

 

"No.  We decided that we wanted to do it the old fashioned way and be surprised when the baby was born."

 

"Good choice,"  says Blaine.

 

Lucy's cell phone rings.  Taking the phone from her pocket, she looks at it.  "Oh, it's my Mama," she says.  "Excuse me, I'm gonna take this in my room."  

 

"Sure, Lucy,"  Ann says as Lucy hurries out of the room.

Meanwhile....

 

 

"Yeah, me too."

 

"But at least this year it actually FEELS like Christmas."

 

"Hard to believe tomorrow's Christmas Eve,"  says Christopher. 

 

"Yeah.  Is it just me, or did it seem like this year went by really fast?" Lucas asks.

 

"Every year does seem to go by faster.  And so much happened this year.  And so much has changed."

 

  

 

 

"Yeah, especially for you,"  Lucas says.  "This year you not only got married, but, you found yourself raising a 10-year-old."

 

"Yeah, you're right.  2017 has been one heck of a roller coaster ride.  But I wouldn't trade it for anything."

 

"I guess this is gonna be a pretty special Christmas for you and Courtney, havin' Jacob here.  And I don't think I've ever seen you happier.  You finally got what you've always wanted......to be a father."

 Christopher smiles.  "And it feels great.  Y'know, even though I'm not Jacob's biological father, I don't think I could love that kid anymore than I already do.  And Courtney and I definitely intend to make Jacob's first Christmas with us special.   Can I trust you to keep a secret?"

 

"Sure."

 

"Jacob is getting his own horse for Christmas."

 

"Oh, man, really?  He'll love that."

 

"Yeah, I think so, too.  He's getting really good at riding, and Courtney and I thought he was ready for his own colt. I can't wait to see the look on his face when he gets it."

 

 

"I'm sure you're gonna be dealing with a very happy little boy.  Well, we're done here."

 

"Good.  Let's head back to the house and grabs some lunch, I'm starved."

 

"Kinda hungry myself,"  Lucas says, he and Christopher walking back to the house.  

C.J. Ewing's apartment....

 

 C.J. pours two cups of coffee in his kitchen that afternoon, then walks into the living room, handing one of the cups of coffee to his half-brother, Eric Love.

 

"Thanks,"  says Eric.  

 

"Yeah, no problem.  I'm really glad you came by."

 

Eric nods, lowers his head, then takes a sip of his coffee.  "Mmm, good coffee."

 

"Thank you."

 

"This is weird, isn't it?"  Eric asks.

 Ray sits in the living room of the Krebbs home that night reading the newspaper when Donna walks into the house.   Ray stands and walks into the foyer to greet his wife.  "Hey," he says, giving Donna a kiss.

 

"Hey,"  Donna says, taking off her coat.  "Boy, it's really gettin' cold out there."

 

"How'd your visit with Mavis go?"

 

"Well, she had a couple of moments of confusion, but, over all, she seemed to be having a good day," Donna replies.

 

Ray smiles.  "I'm glad to hear that.  And I'm glad you been spendin' some time with her lately.  I know she appreciates it, and so does her family."

 

"Mavis Anderson is one of the sweetest, dearest people I know,"  says Donna.  "It's so unfair that this is happening to her.  You know, I've been thinking.  I'd really like to do something to help the cause of Alzheimer's research."

 

"You mean like a donation?"  Ray asks.

 

"Well, that, but something more.  I think I'll talk to Sue Ellen and John Ross and Justin about doing a fundraiser or something through the J.R. Ewing Foundation."

 

"I think that'd be real nice."

 

"It's awfully quiet around here tonight.  Where are the boys?"

 

"Conner went into town to hang out with C.J. and his brother, Eric Love, for a while.  And, Dylan is up in his room as usual."

 

"Ray, I'm really worried about Dylan,"  says Donna.

 

"Oh?"

 

"He spends so much time by himself in his room."

 

"Oh, well, you know Dylan.  He's a real introvert.  Says he does a lotta readin' up there."

 

"You sure that's all?"  

"You, uh, you think there's somethin' else?"  Ray asks.

 

"Hey, guys,"  comes Dylan's voice from behind Ray.  He looks around and sees Dylan coming down the stairs.

 

"Well, speak of the devil,"  says Ray.  "We were just talkin' about you."

 

"Oh?"

 

"Yes, we were just wondering if you were alright up there,"  Donna says.

 

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"  Dylan asks.

 

"No reason.  You just spend a lot of time alone in your room these days."

 

"You didn't wanna go with Conner and hang out with C.J. and his brother?"  Ray asks.  "I know Conner asked ya to go."

 

"No.  I didn't want to.   Didn't feel like it.  I barely know C.J. and I've never met his brother, so, I wouldn't have been comfortable."

 

"Well, you could join us in the living room,"  says Donna.  "We were just gonna watch one of my favorite movies, A Christmas Carol."

 

"Thanks, but, I just came down to get a snack and say goodnight."

 

"Goodnight?"  Ray asks.  "It's only 8:45."

 

"Yeah, well, I'm pretty tired.  Just gonna curl up in bed, maybe watch a little TV and go to bed early."

 

"Well, I guess ya have been workin' extra hard the last couple days with Ben gone home to spend Christmas with his mother."

 

"Yeah.  Well I'm gonna get that snack."  Dylan flashes a quick smile, then turns and walks through the dining room and into the kitchen.  Going to the pantry, he opens it and looks at a shelf full of snacks, including potato chips, Doritos, and cookies.  He grabs a bag of Doritos, closes the pantry door, then heads back into the foyer. Ray and Donna have retired to the living room.  "Night,"  Dylan says, waving to them, then heads up the stairs to his room.

 

"Goodnight,"  Ray and Donna both say to the young man.

 

A few seconds later, Dylan walks into his bedroom and closes the door.  Tossing the bag of chips onto the bed, he walks to his closet, opens it, and reaches onto the top shelf in back, pulling out a full bottle of bourbon whiskey.  He walks over to his bed, takes a seat, and opens the bottle.  After a brief hesitation, he begins drinking straight from the bottle!

Sue Ellen's home....

"Three more guests?"  Sue Ellen asks.  "Who?"

 

"Donna Love, her daughter Marley, and granddaughter Bridget are in town,"  replies Catlin.  "I guess they planned to see Peter during Christmas, and since Eric is coming........"

 

"It's perfectly alright.  Donna, Marley, and Bridget are welcome to come."

 

"Are you sure?"  Catlin asks.  "If it would make you uncomfortable at all to have Peter Love's family here, then....."

 

"No, it won't.  Donna Love is not responsible for what her brother did to us," Sue Ellen says.  "And it's Christmas, a time of forgiveness.  So they're welcome at our wedding."

 

Catlin looks at her and smiles.  "Thank you," he says, then returns to his phone call.  "C.J., it's fine with both Sue Ellen and I if Donna, Marley, and Bridget come.  Alright.  I'll see you tomorrow morning, and don't forget to come over early.  You ARE my best man, after all.  Alright.  Goodnight, son."  Catlin ends the call and puts his phone down.  "Well, our wedding list just keeps growing, doesn't it?  Hopefully there'll be no more surprise guests showing up."

 

Sue Ellen looks at Catlin and smiles.

Southfork....the next morning....

 Ann is standing in the Southfork living room looking at the beautiful Christmas tree when Bobby walks in.  He pauses at the door and looks at his wife with a smile.  "Honey," he says, walking over to her.

 

"Oh, Bobby, you startled me."

 

"Well, I'm sorry.  We should be getting ready to head over to Sue Ellen's soon."

 

"I know.  I wonder if the bride and groom are nervous this morning."

 

"Well, knowing Sue Ellen as well as I do, I'm sure she's a bundle of nerves right now."

 

"It's so beautiful, the two of them choosing Christmas Eve for their wedding."

 

"Yeah, kinda makes me wish that we had gotten married on Christmas.  Of course, we could do it next year on Christmas."

 

"You mean renew our vows?"  Ann asks.

 

"Sure, why not?  Lots of couples renew their vows."

 

"Bobby James Ewing, is that a proposal?"

 

 

"Yes it is.  If you don't mind a year long engagement."

 "I don't mind,"  Ann says with a smile.  

 

"So, Ann Smith Ryland Ewing.......one year from today, on Christmas Eve, 2018........will you marry me?"

 

"I will," she replies, then the two kiss as Christopher and Courtney walk into the room.  

 

"Courtney, would you just look at that?"  Christopher asks, startling Bobby and Ann out of their kiss.  "You think that you and I will still be that affectionate with one another when we get to be their age?"

 

"If I have anything to say about it, we will,"  Courtney replies.

 

"Well, Merry Christmas Eve, you two,"  Bobby says.

 

"Merry Christmas Eve, Dad."

 

"If you will all excuse me, I have to go and get ready so we can head over to Sue Ellen's,"  Ann says.  She smiles at Christopher and Courtney, then leaves the room.  

Sue Ellen's home....

 In the family room of her home that morning, Sue Ellen stands alone by the fireplace, looking at some photos on 

the mantle.  One is an 8 x 10 frame containing four photos....two of John Ross as a small boy, and the other two of her, J.R., and John Ross.  Sue Ellen picks up the photo and smiles nostalgically as she looks at the four photos, her mind filled with memories.  

 

John Ross and Krystina walk in.  Seeing that Sue Ellen is deep in thought, the two watch her for a few seconds before interrupting her.

 

"Mama?"  John Ross says.

 

Sue Ellen replaces the photo on the mantle and turns to them.  "Hello.  I'm sorry, I was daydreaming."

"Well, you're entitled today," Krystina says.  "Daydreaming about Catlin, I assume."

 

"No.  Actually, I was thinking about J.R."

 

"About Daddy?"  John Ross asks.  

 

"Yes.  Looking at these photos and reliving old memories."

 

John Ross walks over to the mantle and takes down the framed collage photo.  "Relivin' the past?"  He asks.

 

"Not exactly.  Just reliving some old memories."

 

"Hey, I remember this,"  John Ross says, looking at one of the photos in the collage.  "This was when you and Daddy took me to that day camp when I was about 4 or 5.  What was the name of that place?"

 

"Windsor Meadows,"  replies Sue Ellen.  "Yes, that was your first day at the camp.  They took a photo of the three of us before your father and I left you that day."

 "Yeah, Windsor Meadows,"  John Ross says, looking at the photo.  "Y'know, I still remember that counselor I had.  U.......Peter.......somethin'........"

 

"Yes, Peter Richards,"  Sue Ellen says.

 

"Yeah, that's right.  I remember he use to come to Southfork a lot.  He dated Lucy for a while, I think.  I wonder whatever happened to him.  One day he just stopped comin' around and I never saw him again."

 

"I, umm, I think he went back east or something,"  Sue Ellen says, the subject of Peter making her uncomfortable.

 

"Oh, well.  That was a long time ago,"  John Ross says, replacing the photo on the mantle.

 

"John Ross, you were so adorable when you were little,"  Krystina says.  "And J.R. was very handsome."

 

"Yes, he was,"  says Sue Ellen.  "And he knew it, too.  One thing J.R. never lacked was confidence."

 

John Ross takes his mother by the hand.  "Are you sure this is what you want?"

 

"You mean to marry Catlin?  Of course.  John Ross, I love him, and he makes me feel loved and special."

 

"You are special.  Aside from my beautiful wife here, you're the most special lady I know."

 

"Thank you, my son.  John Ross, I want you and Catlin to be friends.  That would be the best wedding present, and Christmas present, you could give me."

 

"For your sake, I'll try,"  John Ross says.  "But I meant what I said a few weeks ago.  The minute Catlin Ewing hurts you, his ass is mine."

 

"Catlin will never hurt me."

 

"Sue Ellen, have you decided what you're gonna do with the Southern Cross yet?"  Krystina asks.

 

"Not yet.  I was thinking about keeping and  using it as a getaway, maybe a weekend home or something, but, I'm not sure how Catlin would feel about that.  Us staying at the home I once shared with Dusty."

 

"Why not sell the place?"  John Ross asks.

 

"I don't really want to sell it, either.  After all, Dusty left it to me, and if I sold it, I would feel as if I were selling his legacy.  But, I'll eventually find some use for the ranch."

 

"John Ross, why don't we give Sue Ellen a few minutes alone before everyone gets here?"  Krystina asks.  "She looks as if she could use it."

 

"Thank you,"  says Sue Ellen.  

 

"We'll be in the livin' room,"  John Ross says.  He again looks at the photos on the mantle.  "I been thinkin' about Daddy a lot lately, too.  Not sure why.  It's like I can feel his presence."

 

"So can I,"  Sue Ellen says.  "I'm sure that he's here with us, and he'll probably be sitting in the back row at my wedding, giving a disapproving look."

 

 

 

 

 

John Ross kisses his mother on the cheek, then he and Krystina leave the room.  After they are gone, Sue Ellen picks up the framed photo collage and looks at it again.  "J.R.," she says softly, her eyes filling with tears and her mind again flooded with memories......

Returning to the present, a tear falls down Sue Ellen's face.  "J.R.," she says.  "You will always hold a special place in my heart.  But I feel now that I can move on with Catlin.  I will always love you."   She lovingly touches the photo, then replaces it on the mantle again.  Kissing her hand, she touches J.R.'s face on the photo and smiles.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sue Ellen's home....later....

 

 

"Everyone else has accepted that Pamela and I are gettin' married, John Ross.  Why can't you?"  Justin asks.

 

"Because I know her, little brother.  I was married to her, remember?"

 

"And you cheated on her almost from the day of your wedding,"  Justin says.  "John Ross, Pamela is gonna be my wife soon, so I'll expect you to show her a little more respect and acceptance."

 

John Ross looks at them both.  "Well, why not?  It's Christmas Eve.  So, what say we call a truce for today?"

 

"Truce,"  Pamela says.  "For the sake of Sue Ellen's wedding, and Christmas."

 

Across the room, Conner is chatting with Eric Love.  "How long are you planning on staying in Dallas?"  Conner asks.

 

"I really don't have any definite plans yet,"  replies Eric.  "I'll definitely be here through the holidays, and maybe into January, depending on when my father's trial is set to begin."

 

"I'm sure that must be hard on you.  Y'know, you and my brother Dylan have a lot in common."

 

"Yeah, C.J. told me about your father, and his murder.  I'm sorry.  So, how are you and C.J. related, exactly?"

 

"Well, let's see, C.J.'s grandfather and my grandfather were first cousins, so C.J. and I are third cousins."

 

"You two are pretty close, huh?"  Eric asks.

 

"Yeah, we are.  C.J. is about the best friend I have.  He's a really great guy."

 

Nearby, Dylan, who has had a few drinks, bumps into a table, knocking a vase to the floor.  Luckily, the vase landed on carpet and didn't break.  

 

"Eric, would you excuse me?"  Conner asks.

 

"Sure, man,"  Eric says as Conner walks away from him.

 

Conner goes over to his brother as Dylan is picking up the vase.  "Hey, what happened?"  Conner asks.

 

 

 

"What's going on is, that should be one of your wedding gifts at the door now,"  Blaine replies.

 

"What?  Who?"

 

"Open the door and find out."

 

Smiling, Catlin walks over to the front door and opens it.  His smile widens when he sees that the latest arrivals are his sister-in-law Clarice Ewing, his niece, Jeanne Ewing, and nephew Alex Cory.  

"I didn't think I would either, Uncle Catlin, but, I finished my work early and made a special effort to get here for my favorite Uncle's wedding."

 

"I'm so glad you made it.  I'm so glad you're ALL here."

 

"Sue Ellen wanted to do something special for your wedding, and for Christmas," says Blaine.  "So, the two of us put our heads together, and came up with the idea to get almost the whole family here."

 

"Well, thank you, this is just about the best Christmas I can remember ever having.  Only thing that would make it better would be if Larry were here,"  Catlin says, looking at his sister-in-law.

 

"I know,"  Clarice says, reaching out and taking Catlin's hand.  "And I can't wait to meet Sue Ellen.  Blaine says she's just lovely."

 

"Oh, she is,"  Catlin says as C.J. walks into the foyer.  

 

 

"Hey, Dad, we'd better......"  C.J. stops shot when he sees his family in the foyer.  "Aunt Clarice?  Jeanne!  Alex!"

 

"Look at him, he's even more surprised than Uncle Catlin was,"  Alex Cory says.

 

"It's great to see you guys,"  C.J. says, hugging his aunt and cousins.  "Dad didn't tell me you were coming."

 

"Because I didn't know,"  Catlin says.  "Their being here was a surprised arranged by your Aunt Blaine and Sue Ellen."

 

"What a great surprise.  But listen, Dad, it's getting late, and we have to start the ceremony in a few minutes."

 

"Okay, well, everyone take your seats, and we'll get this wedding under way,"  Catlin says.  "I'm so glad you're all here.  We'll visit after the wedding."  Catlin and C.J. go into the living room, followed by the others. 

 

Upstairs, Sue Ellen is looking at herself in the mirror, with Ann and Krystina standing behind her.  Ann smiles.  "Sue Ellen, you look lovely."

 

"You sure do,"  agrees Krystina.   

 

Sue Ellen turns to the women.  "Do I really look alright?"

 

"Sue Ellen, you look absolutely perfect,"  replies Krystina.

 

"Catlin won't be able to keep his eyes off of you durin' the ceremony,"  Ann says.

 

"Well, that's the idea, isn't it?"  Sue Ellen asks.  

 

A knock sounds at the door.  "Come in,"  Krystina says.

 

John Ross and Blaine walk into the room.  "Ready to begin?"  Blaine asks.

 

"Oh yes.  I'm very ready."

 

 

John Ross walks over to his mother and looks at her.  "Well, just look at you," he says.  "You are absolutely stunning."

 

"Thank you, John Ross.  And thank you for giving your blessing to this marriage."

 

"All I want is for you to be happy, and safe.  Catlin Ewing still itn't one of my favorite people, but I can see that he makes you happy."

 

"He does,"  Sue Ellen says.  

 

"Well, then, let's get this here show on the road,"  says John Ross.  

 

 

 

A few minutes later....

"We are gathered here today in the sight of God, and the presence of friends and loved ones, to witness the joining together in Holy Matrimony these two people, Catlin, and Sue Ellen.  Marriage is a most honorable estate, created and Instituted by God, signifying unto us the mystical union, which also rests between Christ and the Church; so too may this marriage be adorned by true and abiding love.  Should there be anyone who has cause why this couple should not be united in marriage, they must speak now or forever hold their peace.  Who gives this woman to be joined in marriage to this man?"

 

"I do,"  John Ross replies.

 

"Catlin and Sue Ellen, marriage is the most important of all earthly relationships.  It should be entered into reverently, thoughtfully and with full understanding of its sacred nature. Your marriage must stand by the strength of your love and the power of faith in each other and in 

 

God. Do you, Catlin, take Sue Ellen to be your wife.  Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect her, forsaking all others and holding only onto her til death do you part?"

 

"I do,"  Catlin replies.

 

 

"And do you, Sue Ellen, take Catlin to be your husband?  Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect him, forsaking all others and holding only onto him til death do you part?"

 

"I do,"  replies Sue Ellen.

 

The minister continues:  "Marriage is not something that two people invent, or construct by themselves. It takes a far wider community of family and friends to make any marriage work. Each of you have been invited here today because you are a part of that community. Therefore, having heard Catlin and Sue Ellen state their intentions to each other and to God in this Service of Marriage, do you, pledge to support their union and to strengthen their lives together, to speak the truth to them in love, and with them to seek a life of love for others?"

 

"We will,"  the congregation answers in unison.  

 

"Now, Catlin, take Sue Ellen's right hand in yours, and repeat after me,"  says the minister.  "I, Catlin, take you, Sue Ellen, to be my wedded wife; And I do promise and covenant; before God and these witnesses; to be your loving and faithful husband; in plenty and in want; in joy and in sorrow; in sickness and in health; as long as we both shall live."

 

"I, Catlin, take you, Sue Ellen, to be my wedded wife; And I do promise and covenant; before God and these witnesses; to be your loving and faithful husband; in plenty and in want; in joy and in sorrow; in sickness and in health; as long as we both shall live."

 

The minister turns to the bride and continues:  "Sue Ellen, take Catlin's right hand in yours, and repeat after me.  I, Sue Ellen, take you, Catlin, to be my wedded husband; And I do promise and covenant; before God and these witnesses; to be your loving and faithful wife; in plenty and in want; in joy and in sorrow; in sickness and in health; as long as we both shall live."

 

"I, Sue Ellen, take you, Catlin, to be my wedded husband; And I do promise and covenant; before God and these witnesses; to be your loving and faithful wife; in plenty and in want; in joy and in sorrow; in sickness and in health; as long as we both shall live."

 

"Now the rings,"  says the minister.  The bride's ring is handed to the minister, who passes it to Sue Ellen.  "Place this ring on Catlin's finger, and repeat after me.  This ring I give you; in token and pledge; of our constant faith; and abiding love."

 

"This ring I give you; in token and pledge; of our constant faith; and abiding love,"  Sue Ellen repeats as she slips the ring onto Catlin's ring finger.

 

Then C.J. hands his father's ring to the minister, who passes it to Catlin.  "Place this ring on Sue Ellen's finger, and repeat after me.  This ring I give you; in token and pledge; of our constant faith; and abiding love."

 

"This ring I give you; in token and pledge; of our constant faith; and abiding love,"  Catlin repeats as he slips the ring onto Sue Ellen's ring finger.  

 

"Let us pray,"  the minister says.  "Most merciful and gracious God, in whom we live and move and have our being, bestow upon these your servants the seal of your approval, and benediction; granting unto them grace to fulfill, with pure and steadfast affection, the vow and covenant between them made. Guide them together, we ask, in the way of justice and peace, that, loving and serving you, with one heart and mind, all the days of their life, they may be abundantly enriched with the tokens of your everlasting favor, in Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.  By the authority committed unto me as a Minister of the Church of Christ, and by the state of Texas, I declare that Catlin and Sue Ellen are now Husband and Wife, according to the ordinance of God, and the law of the State; in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.  Whom therefore God has joined together, let no one put asunder.  Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Catlin Ewing.  Catlin, you may......"

 

Before the minister even finishes his sentence, Catlin and Sue Ellen kiss, much to the amusement of the onlookers.

 

"Well, Catlin, you may kiss your bride,"  the minister jokingly says.

 

"I'm way ahead of ya, Reverend,"  Catlin says, then kisses Sue Ellen again as the happy guests look on.

A short time later....

"That, she is,"  Justin says.  "Pamela has agreed to be my wife."

 

"Well, congratulations,"  Catlin says.  "I hope the two of you will be as happy as Sue Ellen and I are."

 

"I'm sure we will be,"  Justin says.  "Heck, we already are."

 

"Justin, I had hoped that your mother would be here,"  says Sue Ellen.  "Is she coming for Christmas?"

 

"Yes, as a matter of fact, Pamela and I are gonna pick her up at the airport in a little while, so you'll see her at Southfork this evenin'."

 

"Wonderful,"  Sue Ellen says as the couple walk away.

 

Donna Love and her daughter Marley approach.  "Catlin, again, we wish you all the best,"  says Donna Love.

 

"Thank you, Donna."

 

"Sue Ellen, you really make a beautiful bride,"  says Marley.

 

"Well, thank you, and we really appreciate you coming."

 

Bobby and Ann walk over.  "Excuse us,"  Bobby says.  "Catlin, Sue Ellen, we have to be going."

 

"Yes, we have a few things to do at Southfork before everyone comes over this evenin',"  Ann says.

 

"Thank you both for being a part of our special day,"  Sue Ellen says.

 

"It was a lovely ceremony,"  Bobby says.  "Donna, Marley, listen, do you have plans for this evening?"  

 

"Not really,"  Donna replies.  "We won't be able to visit.......well, to visit Peter at the jail until tomorrow, so we have no plans."

 

"Why don't you come out to Southfork and join us for Christmas?"  Ann asks.

 

"You're......you're inviting us to spend Christmas with your family?"  Donna asks.

 

"Of course,"  replies Bobby.

 

"You'd be more than welcome,"  says Ann.

 

"Thank you.  We accept."

 

Standing nearby, Alex overhears the conversation.  Smiling, the teen walks over to Donna's granddaughter, Bridget McKinnon, who is pouring herself a glass of punch.  

 

 

 

 

Later that afternoon, Cliff and Afton are hosting a small a Christmas Eve gathering at their apartment consisting of Brad, Amanda, Mitch, his son Daniel, Sharon, and Shawn. While Afton is chatting with her guests, Cliff is sitting alone in his recliner watching football on TV, not really paying attention to the others.  Afton looks at him and shakes her head.

 

"Afton, what's wrong with Cliff?"  Mitch asks.  "He seems to be sulking."

 

"He's been that way for the past couple of months, and I think Christmas has made him even more depressed," she replies.

 

"What's he depressed about?"  Asks Sharon.

 

"My father has been sulking ever since he lost out on the job of CEO of Wentworth Industries," Brad says.  

 

"Cliff really wanted that job and he's been nearly impossible to live with since he lost it," Afton says.  

 

"You should try being around him all day at the office," says Brad.  "And, I think he's also a little ticked off that Emma's still in California, and Pamela is spending Christmas at Southfork with......"  Brad immediately stops talking and looks at Amanda.

 

 

 

"Brad, it's fine,"  Amanda says.  "You can go ahead and say it.  Your sister is spending Christmas at Southfork with my ex-husband, who happens to be HER new fiance."

 

 

"I'm sorry."

 

"No need to be,"  Amanda says.  "I'm completely over Justin, and I hope he and Pamela will be very happy together."

 

 

"Would you all excuse me?"  Afton asks.  She walks over to Cliff and looks at him for a moment without saying anything.

 

Finally, Cliff takes notice of her and looks up.  "Hi.  What's wrong?"

 

"You know we have guests here to spend Christmas Eve with us.  Among them YOUR son, my brother, my nephew, Sharon and her son, and Amanda. The least you could do is join us instead of sitting over here and pouting like a child who didn't get what he wanted for Christmas."

"I'm not pouting, I'm just trying to enjoy a football game on TV.  What's wrong with that?  Besides, I'm really not in the mood for socializing."

 

"Is this STILL about that CEO position you lost at Wentworth Industries?"

 

"I had big plans for that company,"  Cliff says.  "Great things I wanted to do."

 

"Like use it to continue your pointless war against the Ewings?"  Afton asks.  

 

"This had nothing to do with the Ewings,"  Cliff says.  "This was about ME.  It was about me finally getting back what was taken from me.  Wentworth Industries may have been started by Herbert Wentworth, but it was part of my mother's legacy.  It was part of what she left to us, and even though I sold my shares of Wentworth Tool & Dye to Katherine years ago, I always felt like I was a part of that legacy.  When I managed to acquire Wentworth back in 1998, it was one of the greatest achievements of my life.  Then the Ewings took it away from me.  Just like J.R. always use to snatch away every victory I managed to have.  Not only did they take my company but they framed me for a murder I didn't commit and left me to rot in prison.  Getting Wentworth back was very important to me, Afton.  It was gonna be something I was gonna leave to my children.  A legacy from their grandmother."

 

Afton kneels beside him and takes his hand.  "Cliff," she says.  "I understand how important Wentworth was to you. But it's gone.  Katherine's son is head of the company now, and there's nothing you can do about that.  Brad has made you a partner in Stone Oil.  That should make you happy."

 

"It does."

 

"Then embrace that.  Cliff, you have GOT to let the past go if you're ever going to have any kind of happiness in what time you have left."

 

"What time I have left?"  Cliff asks.  "Is that a reference to my age, that I have one foot in the grave?"

 

"No, of course not.  But Cliff, none of us are promised tomorrow, or even another second.  I learned that during my ordeal with Scott Van Buren last year.  We have to live for today, not the past or the future.  And we certainly can't live a happy or peaceful life with an albatross from the past around our necks.  Cliff, you ARE a successful man.  You've accomplished more in your life than most men could ever dream of.  Your mother left you when you were 5-years-old.  Your father was a drunk and you were raised by your aunt in very poor conditions.  But you overcame that, went to law school and became not only a successful attorney, but you also had a career in politics.  You ran Wentworth Tool & Dye.  Ran your own oil company, and then you took over Ewing Oil and ran it for several years. Cliff, how many people come from the kind of humble background as you did, are able to accomplish half of what you have in your life?"

 

Cliff nods.  "You're right.  You're right.  Yes, it's true, I have had a lot of successes in my life, and a lot of failures."

 

"Stop focusing on the failures and start focusing on the successes,"  says Afton.  "And this is a good time to start, with a new year coming."

 

"Well, there's one failure that I don't think I'll ever be able to stop dwelling on."

 

"What's that?  No, wait, let me guess.......the fact that you didn't beat the Ewings once and for all?"

 

"No.  It's my failure to hold on to you years ago when I had the chance."

 

Afton looks at him and smiles tenderly.  "Well, we can't go back and change the past."

 

"I really HAVE been feeling sorry for myself ever since that day Jonathon Lord was named Wentworth's interim CEO.  I guess now it's time to get over that, and focus on the future."

 

"Yes.  But, there'll be plenty of time to focus on the future later,"  Afton says.  "Today, how about focusing on Christmas, and our family."

 

Cliff smiles, and nods.  "Okay," he says.  He picks up the remote and switches off the TV.  "I guess we should join our guests before they all start complaining what terrible hosts we are."

 

Afton smiles as Cliff gets up from his seat.  The two walk over to join the others.

 

"Sharon, I was hoping Tripp would join us and bring my grandson,"  Cliff says.

 

"He's coming by later, Cliff,"  Sharon Smith replies.  "He said he wanted to spend some time alone with Hunter before coming over here."

Meanwhile....Jeremy Wendell's penthouse....

"Tripp, I want to thank you for coming over and spending some time with me on Christmas Eve.  It really means a lot to me."

 

"Oh, it's no problem, Jeremy,"  says Tripp.  "No one should have to spend Christmas Eve alone."

 

"Well, I've certainly spent more than my fair share of Christmases alone.  In fact, I never cared much for the holidays. ANY holidays."

 

"And that's changed this year?"

"Maybe,"  Jeremy replies, looking at Tripp's little boy Hunter playing on the floor.  The old man smiles.  "I can't tell you how nice it is being around a youngster again."

 

Tripp smiles as he watches his son.  "I really appreciate you letting me bring him over.  Pamela and I have it worked out in our custody agreement, I have him Christmas Eve, and she gets him Christmas Day."

 

"He sure is a cute little boy."

 

"Is this REALLY Jeremy Wendell?"  Tripp asks.  "The same Jeremy who only cared about business and revenge, and never showed any emotion toward anything else?  Is this the same Jeremy Wendell who is now smiling at my son playing on his living room floor?"

 

"No, this is not the same Jeremy Wendell.  This is the new and improved version.  Of course I'm still intent on having my revenge against the Ewings, but at the same time I have come to appreciate that there are other important things in life, such as......family.  And having someone to leave a legacy to."

 

"That's very true,"  says Tripp.  "I don't know what I'd do without that little guy right there.  It's hard to believe he's not even two yet,but I can't even imagine my life without him.  Jeremy, do you ever regret not settling down and having a family?  A wife and kids?"

 

"Oh yes, I regret it more than I care to admit,"  Jeremy replies.  "Until recently, I had acquired all this wealth, but, had no one to leave it to." 

 

"Until recently?"  Tripp asks.

 

Jeremy slowly stands from his seat on the sofa and walks to the bar.  "Yes.  Tripp, I invited you to stop by here tonight for three reasons,"  Jeremy says, turning back to the young man.  "First of all, I simply wanted the company. I gave my butler, William, a couple of days off to spend the holidays with his brother, and I would've been all alone in this penthouse.  Second, I wanted to tell you that, as you know the Oil Baron's Ball is coming up in one week, on New Year's Eve."

 

"Yes, I know."

 

"And I've decided that the Ball will be the perfect time and place for me to make my triumphant return to Dallas society."

 

"What?  You're......you're going to the Ball?"  Tripp asks, standing to his feet.

 

"Yes.  No better place for me to make my return than the biggest night of the year."

 

"Well, that should set some heads turning."

 

"Yes,"  Jeremy says.  "And now for the third reason I invited you here to spend Christmas Eve.  I wanted to inform you, Tripp, that I have had a new will drawn up.  And you will be one of my heirs?"

 

"Me?  You put ME in your will?"

 

"That's right.  This is my Christmas gift to you.  My estate is valued at roughly $750 million.  You will inherited one third of that."

 

"One third, that's..........."

 

"$250 million,"  Jeremy says.  "Even in today's economy, that's no pocket change."

 

"Jeremy......why?  Why.......ME?"

 

"I like your potential.  And, as you said, I missed out on settling down and having a wife and children.  And I have to have someone to leave my fortune to, don't I?"

 

"Jeremy, I don't know what to say."

 

"No need to say anything.  Just accept this gift.  But, don't get too happy about it just yet.  You and the other two heirs I've chosen won't get a penny until after my death, and, I intend to do my best to stick around for a number of years to come.  Shall we toast?"

 

Tripp picks up his drink and walks over to the old man he still has no idea is his grandfather, and raises his glass.

 

"To our partnership,"  Jeremy says.  "To our plan to bring down the Ewings.  And......to 2018.  May it be one HELL of a good year."

 

Tripp smiles.  "To 2018, and all the good things it'll bring," he says as he and Jeremy toast.

Southfork....

At Southfork that evening, the living room is noisy with various conversations going on between members of the Ewing family and friends as they gather for a Christmas celebration.  Socializing around the crowded living room are Bobby, Ann, Lucy, Christopher, Courtney, Jacob, Sue Ellen, Catlin, John Ross, Krystina, Alex, Justin, Pamela, Cally, Ray, Donna, Conner, Dylan, Gary, Val, their son Bobby Ewing II, Blaine and Sandy Cory, their son Alex Cory, Clarice Ewing, her daughter Jeanne Ewing, C.J., Eric Love, Donna Love, Marley Hudson, and Bridget McKinnon.  Needless to say, Southfork is a very crowded, and noisy place on this Christmas Eve.  In one area of the room, Catlin and Sue Ellen are chatting with Catlin's sister-in-law, Clarice Ewing.  

 

 

After a moment, C.J. walks over to the group.  "Excuse me," he says.  "Can I borrow my Dad for just a minute?  Sue Ellen, I promise, I won't keep him long."

 

"It's quiet all right, take all the time you need."

 

"Yes, please do, because this will give Sue Ellen and I a chance to talk," says Clarice Ewing.

 

Catlin walks away with his son.

"Sue Ellen,"  Cally says, walking up to the two women.

 

"Cally, I'm so happy to see you,"  Sue Ellen says, greeting her with a hug.

 

 

"I'm real sorry I wasn't able to make it to your weddin',"  says Cally.  "I so wanted to, but I couldn't get a flight out from Tampa until this mornin'."

 

"It's alright.  I'm just glad to see you now.  How long will you be staying?"

 

"At least until the new year."

 

"Oh, Cally, I'd like you to meet another Mrs. Ewing,"  Sue Ellen says.  "This is Clarice Ewing, Catlin's sister-in-law.  Clarice, this is Cally.  She's an ex-Mrs. Ewing."

 

"Cally, it's a pleasure,"  says Clarice.

 

"Likewise."

 

Across the room, Donna Love is at the bar pouring herself a drink, all the while watching her granddaughter Bridget as she and Alex Walton leave the room together.  Donna's daughter Marley walks over to her.  

 

"You're not having a good time?"  Marley asks.

 

"Oh, I'm having a marvelous time,"  Donna Love replies.

 

"But you can't keep your eyes off Bridget and Alex."

 

"Bridget is spending all of her time with Sue Ellen's grandson."

 

"So?"  Marley asks.  "Donna, Bridget is eighteen, she's not a child.  I think she and Alex are cute together."

 

"Oh, I suppose he's a nice enough boy,"  Donna says.  "But, he's........a little rough around the edges, don't you think?"

 

"No, I don't think that at all.  Come on,"  Marley says.  "Stop watching your granddaughter like a hawk, loosen up, and enjoy yourself.  It IS Christmas, after all."

 

"We're not exactly in Dallas to enjoy ourselves, are we?  We're here to visit Peter in jail, and to hopefully find out when his trial is set to begin.  I feel like all our lives are just up in the air thanks to what my brother did."

 

"I know,"  Marley says, putting her arm around her mother.  

 

Meanwhile, Lucas, Heather, and Michael walk into the room, each of them carrying bags with packages of opened Christmas presents.  The three make their way through the crowd, placing their gifts by the Christmas tree.  Seeing that his son and his family have arrived, Bobby walks over to meet them.  

 

"Hi, glad you made it before dinner,"  Bobby says.  "How'd your visit go with your mother and Harris?"

 

"It went fine," replies Lucas.

 

"Grandpa, look at this awesome coat Grandma gave me," Michael says, showing off the new winter coat he's wearing.

 

"Hey, buddy, that's real nice,"  Bobby says, admiring his grandson's new coat.  "What else did you get?"

 

"This coat, and some games, and a two hundred dollar gift card for the Disney Store."

 

"Very nice, pal, looks like you're already having a great Christmas."

 

"I'm gonna go show Jacob,"  Michael says, rushing off.

 

"He had a great time tonight, and I can't wait for him to see what we got him,"  says Heather.

 

"Well, just between the three of us, I also got him a $200 gift card for the Disney Store,"  Bobby says.  

 

"Oh, no,"  Heather says with a laugh.  "Oh, well, we'll just have to raid the Disney Store.....a few times."

 

"Lucas, how's your mother?"  Bobby asks.

 

"She's fine.  She sent a gift for Alex, umm, so where is he?"

 

"I dunno, he's around here some place.  Why not just put it under the tree?"

 

"I will.  Excuse me,"  Lucas says.  He places the gift under the tree as his cousin, Gary and Val's son Bobby Ewing II, walks up to him.

 

 

"I hear my name?"  Justin says, walking up to his cousins.

 

"Yeah, Lucas was just saying how glad he is that he sold Ewing Records to you,"  says Bobby II.  

 

"I'm glad, too,"  says Justin.  "I have big plans for that company, and now that we're all set up, Pamela and I are scouting for new talent to bring in."

 

"Well, cousin, if you ever need any help, just give me a yell," Bobby II says.

 

"I appreciate that a lot, Bobby."

 

"Yes, sir.  Heck, between the two of us, we might even make Ewing Records bigger than Capitol."

 

"I agree."

 

Across the room, Michael is showing Jacob the games Jenna had given him for Christmas.  Christopher and Courtney walk over to the boy.  "Well, Michael, you get those for Christmas?"  Christopher asks.

 

"Yeah, my Grandma gave them to me, and this $200 gift card,"  the boy replies, showing off his treasures.

 

"Oh, the Disney Store, huh?"  Courtney says.  "Nice."

 

"Jacob, could you come with us for a little while?"  Christopher asks.  "Michael, he'll be back in just a few minutes."

 

"Okay,"  Jacob says.  He, Christopher, and Courtney exit the house through the French doors leading to the back porch.  

Meanwhile....

  

 

Despite the frigid night temperatures, Alex and Bridget are standing on the gazebo at Southfork, looking at the beautiful Christmas lights.

 

 

 

 

"Okay........what?"  The boy asks.

 

"Go on in,"  Christopher says.  "And open up the third stall."

 

"Why?  What's in there?"

 

"It's a surprise, sweetheart,"  Courtney replies.

 

Curious, Jacob walks into the stables and goes to the third stall.  He pauses for a second and looks at his mother and Christopher.  Then, the boy unlatches the stall door and opens it to find a beautiful young colt. The boy's eyes widen.  "What.......it's a horse."

 

 

 

"That's right, it's a colt,"  Christopher says.  "Merry Christmas, buddy."

 

"You mean........it's MINE?"

 

"Yep.  He's all yours."

 

"Do you like him, Jacob?"  Courtney asks.

 

"Like him?  I LOVE him!  He's really MINE?"

 

"He sure is, buddy,"  says Christopher.  

 

"Wow."

 

"You've been doing so great learning to ride, we decided it was time you had your own colt to raise."

 

Jacob looks at the couple.  "Thank you.  This is the best Christmas present I've ever gotten."

 

Courtney and Christopher exchange looks, tears in Courtney's eyes as she watches her son with his new Christmas present.  Christopher looks on with pride in his new little family.

Southfork....later....

 

 

After the Ewings have enjoyed their Christmas feast, they gather in the living room as Bobby stands in front of the fireplace, the portrait of his father placed behind him.  "Everyone," he says loudly, over the noise of the crowd.  "Everyone, may I please have your attention.  HELLO??"

 

Slowly, the noise begins to die down as everyone in the room turns their attention on their host.  Ann walks up and stands beside her husband.  

 

"Thank you,"  Bobby continues.  "First of all, I would like to say how pleased Ann and I are that you're all here with us to celebrate this wonderful 

Christmas Eve, whether you're family, or friends.  As we look around this room, each of us can see how blessed we truly are, for most of the people we love are right here.  And those who aren't able to be here in person, are here in our hearts.  Christmas is a very special time.  It's a time to get together with family and friends, a time to see the joy and happiness in the faces of children as they open their gifts.  But most of all it's a time to remember the true reason we celebrate Christmas, and that reason is a baby boy born in Bethlehem two thousand years ago.  In Him, and in each other, we have hope and faith that, no matter what this coming year brings into all of our lives, we'll get through it, as we have so many trials and troubles, and tragedies over the past years.  This Christmas is also special for another reason, because today we celebrated a marriage.  A marriage between my sister-in-law, and my cousin.  Sue Ellen and Catlin, everyone in this room wishes the two of you all the best, and all the happiness in the world as you begin your new life together.  And now, I think we should hear from the sons of the bride and groom.  John Ross, do you have anything to say to your mother and Catlin?"

 

 

"Well, I don't know what I can add to what I've already said.  Mama, all I ever wanted was for you to be happy.  And, even though it took me a long time, I see now how happy Catlin makes you.  And Catlin, let me repeat what I said to you once before......you ever hurt my Mama, and you're gonna have me to deal with me.  Treat my Mama right, and you'll earn my undyin' respect."

 

"Thank you, John Ross,"  Catlin says.  "And I can promise you, I WILL treat Sue Ellen right."

 

"C.J., would you like to say somethin' to your Daddy and Sue Ellen?"  Bobby asks.

 

 

"Yes I would,"  replies C.J.  "Sue Ellen, I want to thank you.  Thank you for coming into my father's life and making him happy again. Thank you for accepting me as part of your family.  Your marriage, and having my Aunts Blaine and Clarice, my Uncle Sandy, and my cousins Alex and Jeanne here along with all my other Ewing relatives I've come to know over the past couple of years, makes this the best Christmas I've ever had."

 

"C.J., that was lovely,"  Sue Ellen says.  

 

"Thank you, C.J.  John Ross,"  Bobby says.  "Here's to Catlin and Sue Ellen, to many more Christmases together.  And here's to the Ewing family, and our new friends, the Loves.  May we ALL have many more Christmases ahead to celebrate together."

 

"Here, here,"  most of the group says in unison.  

A short time later....

As the family exchanges and opens Christmas gifts, Christopher softly plays 'Silent Night' on his guitar, then he begins to sing the beautiful Christmas carol: "Silent night.  Holy night.  All is calm, all is bright.  Round yon virgin mother, and child. Holy infant, so tender and mild.  Sleep in heavenly peace.  Sleep in heavenly peace....."