A Very Gilmore Christmas

Rory walked into Luke's diner with a heavy heart. She spotted Lorelai and joined her.

"Hey mom," she said.

"Um, what's going on with you? You look like one of those people in the Cymbalta commercials." Lorelai said.

"Ha-ha. I have disappointing news." Rory said. Lorelai looked at her expectantly.

"Shira and Mitchum have invited Logan and me to their annual Christmas party," Rory said miserably.

"Ahh. Dinner with the future in-laws. Well, it was kind of inevitable. I mean, you are engaged to Logan," Lorelai said.

"Let's talk about something else," Rory said, "what do you want for Christmas?"

"World peace, my own personal Sephora, and the real Paul Anka. Or maybe getting out of dinner at Grandma and Grandpa's," Lorelai replied.

"Be serious. Something realistic. Besides, you love those apples tarts way to much to skip," Rory protested.

"All right, all right. In all seriousness, I'm fine, hun. I've got everything I could ever want," Lorelai replied.

"Did you get that off the Lifetime Movie Network?" Rory asked with a smirk. Lorelai rolled her eyes.

"As cheesy as it sounds, I really am happy. I've got you, Luke, April, and Paul Anka. And besides, it's Luke and my first Christmas as a married couple," Lorelai said.

"Now that's worth something," Rory murmured.

"Anyway, when is this apocalyptic dinner?" Lorelai asked.

"Two weeks from Saturday." Rory frowned.

"See, you have plenty of time to prepare," Lorelai said.

"For what, the cold stares, the clever insults, and the Velasquez? Or maybe the stench of disappointment in the air," Rory said dully.

"There's the spirit," Lorelai said.

"But see, you don't really know disappointment unless your name is Lorelai Gilmore. Oh wait..." Lorelai added devilishly.

"You're enjoying this way too much," Rory pouted.

"Hey, you got to be the favorite with Richard and Emily. It's only karma," Lorelai defended.

"Karma? Since when do you believe in karma?" Rory asked.

"Since now," Lorelai said.

"You are impossible," Rory sighed.