"Zeke!" I yelled, I don't want to get up,call me lazy, but I sit when I need idea's and right now I'm all out of ideas.

"Kim! I'm helping Carrie with her homework! Just google Idea's or something, Or you could take a break."

I groan, I hate it when Zeke says that. I don't need a break, I need to get this book written. But the giggles from the play room began to draw me in. Our little girl, Carrie, she's a writer too, she loves details. She has a huge imagination, I can't believe that she is nearly six now.

"Zeke, really we need to figure this out before the deadline." Zeke's brown eyes are like chocolate, and from one look I begin to relax, I can't believe we have come this far.

" I have and Idea," Zeke began, His smile made me feel revealed, " Why don't we have Carrie write it, or at least help give us idea's, she loves Christmas after all."

That's right, she loves Rise of the Guardians! I know in that brilliant mind of hers, there is a book waiting to be written. Looking at the blue eyed, brown haired girl sitting on her fathers lap makes my heart swell.

"Carrie, you need to focus, who's your favorite character in Rise of the Guardians? Please baby, Mamma needs your help."

" Kim, be patient, look she's thinking, her eyes shine brighter and her lips curl in when she's thinking. Just like her mother."

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As the clouds darken and the wind blows, Jack Frost and Carrie set out once again to defeat the man who's trying to steal the sweet dreams and beliefs of young children, but this time he's here for something different, Christmas it's self.

"Santa! He's closing in, hurry we need to reach the city before his darkness spreads!"

"Jack. go with Carrie, reach the homes, I'll be there when I can."

So that's what Jack Frost and Carrie Rossi planed on doing, the two have no idea what kind of cruel magical force they will have to face before getting to dream crusher.

"Jack? How will we save Christmas? I'm not special, I have no talent, why must I come?"

With darkness closing in on Christmas, dreams are shattered and the bright hearts of the young are glowing dim, once again, belief is running low.

" Carrie, Listen, just because you look average doesn't mean you are, you have a talent. You have the will to keep going, and I know you won't let this monster win. You will save Christmas. Just believe.

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"Kim this is amazing. I'll finish the last parts, you go get some rest."

"What about Carrie?" I decide to ask, Zeke and I get so absorbed into our writing at times we forget where we are or who or whats around us. And if I'm sleeping then no one will be watching Carrie, which means danger.

" Kim, go, She'll be here working with me."

I sigh, my eyes are strained, I would hate that all this hard work would be for nothing. All the hours spent looking for a theme and all the grammar edits, I can't let poor Carrie down. With both parents being authors, she misses out being a normal kid. I hope we can finish in time.

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"Jack! He's coming. Help I need to get Santa's magic around this corner, then the Boogeyman won't be able to cross!" Carrie ends up screaming over the wind, Jack is no where in sight, Carrie begins to panic, there is no way she can finish creating the border with Santa's magic without help.

"Looky, looky what do we got here?" The Boogeyman flew down from his swarm of darkness and approached the girl. With a determined face she stood tall and looked the evil man in the eye. She won't let him cross the line. He will not destroy Christmas for others like he did for her.

" You were so little the last time I saw you, what happened? Did your self pity make you taller?" The Boogeyman stepped closer and pushed the girl into the snow, about to cross the line, she pulled the glowing, dilapidated dust from the leather bag and threw it at the dark figured man.

Started he stumbled over the trip wire that was set minutes ago. A ringing of a bell in the distance signaled Christmas. But the danger isn't over, not until the sun rises. With a sore leg and and an aching heart Carrie stood, blocked the evil mans way and started to believe. Jack said that just because she looks ordinary doesn't mean she is, so to test her own will, she knows the truth of the tale of Jack Frost, Santa Claus, The Tooth Fairy, The Easter Bunny, and Sandy all she need to do is put them to use.

Just because the town stopped believing doesn't mean she has to, and the tale goes, those who believe will achieve great things, and that is what Carrie is determined to do.

The sun began to rise, the birds began to chirp, slay bells began to jingle, a Ho, Ho, Ho signaled that Santa has found her location.

" Carrie!" A gruff voice said " He didn't pass how? He has grown stronger over the years."

A stick came flying through the air and landed beside the Boogeyman's still, sleeping form, due to the belief in the magic of Christmas.

Jack came flying down, panic written on his face, his bright blue eyes sliding around his surroundings.

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I woke up a heavy object on my arm. My groggy eyes open to see Zeke asleep with Carrie in his arms. How long were they up last night? How much did they complete? I swearing working as a team on this project puts way to much pressure on my shoulders. It's Christmas after all, I should be enjoying it, not writing just to get a pay check.

I slid out of bed, I smile as I see Zeke shift himself so Carrie will be more comfortable.

I walk to the comfy, modern kitchen and poor myself some coffee, sitting on the dining room table is the computer that Zeke and I have been sharing to write our newest book. I read where Zeke left off, I can see that Carrie's imagination is definitely running the show with this draft.

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"It was no trouble really, the magic within me, and the fact that the magic within me helped build the nearly completed border, I could hold him off with the last bit of magic that my body possessed."

The group could hear the cheers and screams of joy from all the houses far and wide, they knew that Christmas isn't permanently safe, but if people continue to believe and have Christmas spirit, no one will be able to destroy the joy. If people understand that Christmas isn't about the presents it's about the people you cherish and celebrate it with.

The group that give certain Holidays a name go back to the North Pole and begin to plan, they want to get things right this time to rid the children of the Boogeyman, and let the beautiful children celebrate Christmas, Easter, them Losing a tooth, and let the children sleep in a peaceful sleep.

The Guardians have won many battles already but The Guardian are forever protecting those who believe in their tales....

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" Mourning." As I typed the final words to this small tale Zeke walked into the kitchen with his hair a mess and his eye red from typing last night for how ever long he and Carrie had the energy to continue.

" How did you sleep?" I couldn't help but ask, he rolled his neck and ran a hand through his hair.

" Peaceful. So how far did you get? I know that this will be a short script writing but, how do you think it is?" I smiled, it may not be the best, but the fact that we tired is the best reward we can get.

" I love it, it came from Carrie's imagination, and we put into usable words, if people don't like it then we can always keep it and maybe one day Carrie can work on it and then people will be willing to read it."

" I can't believe we wrote that before Christmas! I mean we have had short deadlines but we made it this time!" Zeke's face shown with joy. I love his happy energy.

My red hair is mess and I still can't help but feel nervous in front of my famous author, husband. He's so perfect, and so is my sweet, talented daughter.

" We wrote our own Christmas this year, you know that right?" I never thought that the way we were writing this book that it would turn into an adventure. This process was stressful, and totally different than anything I've ever written but the fact that I did it with my family on Christmas make it even more special.

Footsteps came from down the hall and Carrie came running to the bright, elegant Christmas tree, sitting on the clean, hardwood floors. The presents around her, Zeke laughing, and me joining in.

For once the authors created their own story, a Christmas story worth reading each year; in time for Christmas. +

They have created their own tale to keep with them for years to come.