Hey there, my fellow writers and readers! I hope you had a great Christmas and a Happy New Year's Day; I sure did. And I've decided to write a new Wishbone oneshot, as I was reading the 3 nice reviews I got for my last one, "The Story of the Picture". Here are the reviews and my responses:

Ghostwriter: (Awesome job. Catch ya on the flip side.) Thanks! I'm glad you like it. :)

A Catholic Girl: (Really good plotline! I love Wishbone, it was my favorite TV show when I was younger!) Thanks! I loved Wishbone when I was a kid too. Such a shame it's not on PBS anymore. But I can still keep it alive with fan fiction, of course.

The ray-ray: (I really liked this! You did a great job!~ray ray) Thanks! I'm glad you like it. And thanks for telling me I did a great job on it too; that's a nice compliment for someone like me.

Disclaimer: The geniuses at Big Red Chair Entertainment own Wishbone. The lyrics to White Christmas by The Drifters belong with their respective owners. I own the oneshots and songfics.

White Christmas

It was a new Saturday in December, and Wishbone was alone in the house. Ellen Talbot and her twelve-year-old son Joe, who was on vacation from school, were out shopping for Christmas presents. The Jack Russell terrier was looking out the window, watching the snow. He had seen snow before, and in his opinion, it was pretty cool!

"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the tree tops glisten and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow

The snow"

Wishbone smiled as the strains of "White Christmas" by the Drifters flowed through the room. Apparently he liked that song, especially at Christmastime. And today was no exception.

"Well then I-I-I am dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days, may your days, may your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white"

Wishbone then leaped off the couch and headed over to the bookshelf. Books were one of his favorite hobbies, and he sure loved them... a lot.

"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the tree tops glisten and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I-I-I am dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May those days, may your days, may your days be merry and bright,
And may all your Christmases be white

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells all the way
Ooooh"

Wishbone loved the snow. Whether it was the way it fell silently from the gray sky, or the way it seemed to blow everywhere, he just liked it a lot.

"Snow sure is cool!" he thought. "Apparently, it may be cold, but it sure is fun to play in!"

Well, I hope you like this! I worked really hard on it. Read and review, please, but be nice; I'm a firm believer in the saying "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all".

~Nightcrawlerlover