Rachel smiled at Paul as he came home still wearing his santa suit.

"I bet they loved you Polly Wollikins." Rachel said and Paul smiled spinning her around.

"I missed you Rachely." Paul said.

"Oh Paul,I love you so that's why I wrote you this song its even to the tune of my faveroite christmas carol."

"Not Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer!"

"Yes, but I made it for you Polly."

"Then I bet it's wonderful, sing it to me Rachel."

"Alright." Rachel starts to sing

Paul, the grey furred werewolf,

Had a very bad temper problem,

And if you ever saw him,

You would even say he explodes.

All of the other werewolves,

used to laugh and call him names

(Like drama king)

They let poor Paul,

Take all of the anger management pain.

Then one sunny summer day,

Rachel came to stay,

Rachel with your hair so black,

Won't you please just love me back?

Then how he loved her,

And Jacob shouted out with anger,

Paul, the grey furred werewolf,

You'll go down in the legends.

(As a murder victim)

"Your brother wasn't that bad." Paul protested.

"Polly I was almost glad when he defected from the pack, so I could stop worrying about my favorite werewolves killing each other."

"I'll try to get better on with him in the future Rachey."

"Thanks Paul, look mistletoe again. Its almost as if someone deliberately hangs it all around the house." Rachel said and Paul actually blushed, Rachel smiled and taking his face in her hands gently kissed him. "I love you my Santa Paws."

"Rachel, that's horrible." Paul said and laughed.

"I do try, maybe I'll get as bad as Embry someday."

"That's impossible." Paul replied and kissed her again.