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Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe
Help to make the season bright
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight
They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer really know how to fly
So I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it's been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you
So I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although it's been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas to you
Napoleon Solo sat in front of the crackling fire, listening to Nat King Cole while nursing a drink.
The living room in his parent’s home was bedecked for the holiday with a large Christmas tree in the corner, decorated by his mother, sisters and Aunt Amy. They always did a great job with that sort of thing.
As usual his father Darius Solo was missing in action, off to a military conference in Europe...something to do with NATO, though Napoleon hadn’t seen any alerts regarding it. The elder Solo would say he’d be home for Christmas, but unlike the song; they couldn’t always count on him. The snow and the mistletoe arrived but dad didn’t always make it.
In a way, Napoleon liked the idea of his father not showing up; thing were always less tense. It was nice not to have to say ‘yes sir- no sir’ and practically salute while doing so. It wore thin with Napoleon and his brother as they reached adulthood. Though he was a grown man, and an agent of U.N.C.L.E. his father always made him feel like he was a child, still shaking in his boots.
His brother Hannibal was absent as well this year, as he was in Rome, having received his first overseas assignment and a prestigious one at that...assistant to the Ambassador. Their grandfather would have been proud.
As Napoleon continued to stare into the fire he gave a deep sigh and swallowed the rest of his drink.
“What’s wrong dear?” Aunt Amy came around the sofa and sat beside him.
It always amazed him how she moved; she seemed to glide on her feet and as she sat, she did it gracefully and without effort.
“Oh nothing...and everything,” he answered her.
“Now you’re just being obtuse. No need to play the secretive spy with me darling boy.” Amy caressed his cheek with her hand.
“It’s Illya.”
“Oh? He’s all right isn’t he?”
“He was hurt on our last outing, nothing serious mind you, just a sprained back and ankle. He can get around with a cane, though he hates it.”
“Yes he is a rather independent fellow isn’t he? He sort of reminds me of someone else I know,” Amy smiled at him; a twinkle in her eye. “And are you going to tell me why he’s on your mind?”
“He’s home alone, not that he celebrates Christmas, but it just isn’t right this time of year for someone to be all alone...especially in a place, a country that isn’t their home.”
“Why didn’t you bring him here with you?”
“I was forbidden by dad. He said he doesn’t want a damn commie in his house.”
“Oh my brother is such a damn ass!”
Napoleon smiled, not being accustomed to his beloved Aunt using any sort of colorful ‘language.’
“You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know.” He reached over to the decanter on the coffee table and poured himself another scotch, straight up this time. He offered a glass to his Aunt but she declined with a wave of her hand.
“Well I could have brought him had I known my father was not even going to make an appearance this year.
“Then go get him,” Amy took the glass from him, setting him down.”Traffic won’t be bad this time of night. You can make it back and both spend the weekend here, that is unless some dastardly plot to take over the world appears.”
“Oh no, don't wish it on us. Though there’s sort of an unspoken truce around the holidays. I guess even the bad guys have families too.”
Amy chuckled at that. “Once doesn’t think of that in relation to megalomaniacs dear.”
“True.”
“So are you going to go get Illya or not?”
“You know Amy, you are a very wise woman,” Napoleon smiled; he leaned over, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “You’re also my favorite Aunt.”
‘Ha! Don’t try to sweet talk me dear. I’m your only Aunt.”
Napoleon got up, and disappeared behind the Christmas tree; pulling his communicator.
“Open Channel F- Kuryakin.”
“Kuryakin here,” Illya answered immediately.
“What are you doing?”
“Napoleon? I thought you were at your parent’s home.”
“I am, now what are you doing?”
“Heating up some chicken noodle soup, but other than that not much.”
“Any plans this weekend?”
“No not really. I will probably order in some Chinese food for dinner later on. I have been banned from headquarters and am supposed to simply stay home and rest, but you know that so why are you asking?”
“Pack some clothes for the weekend, strictly casual dress. I’m coming to get you and bringing you back here. We’re having a big turkey dinner tomorrow and there’ll be good company as Aunt Amy, my sisters and mother are all here.”
There was a moment of silence.
“Napoleon your father, he does not want me in his home. I would not want to cause any trouble with your family.”
“My father isn’t going to be here and what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Think of it as an undercover mission my friend.”
“Well when you put it that way…should I wear a disguise just in case?”
“Illya, sometimes you can be a little strange.”
That’s when Napoleon heard laughter, and realized his partner was joking.
“Very funny tovarisch. Now get packing and I’ll see you in a little while.
“Napoleon?”
“Yes”
“Thank you for thinking of me.”
“Hey you’re my partner and partners take care of each other.”
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