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A Dibley Christmas.

"I love Christmas." Alice stared at the Christmas tree in the middle of the village.

"I know." Hugo hugged her to him. "I do too."

"I know." Alice tugged on the cord of her pink anorak. "You told me last year."

"I did, didn't I?" Hugo smiled at his wife. "Come on, we'll be later. Can't leave little Geraldine with father for too long. You know how he gets."

"I know." Alice rolled her eyes. "How much hard work can a baby be? I mean we look after her all the time and look at us."

Hugo tried not to roll his eyes, or mention the fact that the little girl was teething and generally miserable at the moment, nor had she been sleeping well. Sighing heavily he steered Alice away from the tree and towards the car parked a few feet away from the vicarage.

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"No, no no. Yes." Jim nodded as Frank walked alongside her. "I mean her car is back, so she must be."

"Well, no one has seen her. I was speaking to Mr Horton earlier and he specifically said that the Vicar was not back in Dibley and he didn't know when or if she would be."

"She has to come back." Owen pushed his flat cap further back. "She's our vicar."

"We've had other vicars before." Frank stated reasonably. "And maybe now she is married she wont want to come back here."

"No no no." Frank shook his head. "No other vicar we've had was half as good as she is."

"That's true." Owen nodded. "But what can we do about it? If she isn't coming back there is nothing we can do to make her."

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Harry ran a hand over his face. He was exhausted and knew the rest of the village would be talking. For a moment he was glad that he had insisted that he and Geraldine had got a taxi home. Neither of them were in any position to drive. He stood in the bedroom doorway and watched as his wife slept peacefully.

"I am awake, you know."

"Sorry." He stepped further into the room. "You looked."

"I am going to have to write the Christmas sermon at some point. You watch. David will pull it apart before I've even stood in the pulpit."

"He won't."

"He always does." Geraldine rolled over onto her back and stared at her husband. "Even the year I made him play Herod in the Nativity."

"You didn't?" Harry laughed.

"Well, type casting I know but." She smiled back. "Anyway, that was last Winter, Alice ended up giving birth. For real. In the stable and there is no way I am going to be able to top that."

"So?" Harry lay next to her and stared at the ceiling. "No one even knows we are home, yet."

"True." Geraldine smirked. "If they did, Alice would be knocking the door. Shortly followed by Owen and Jim. Not to mention Frank and Hugo. Even David would be down there."

"How do you stand it?"

"They mean well." Geraldine sighed. "And they are good people. Annoying sometimes, I grant you. And Alice. Well, she's Alice. But they mean well."

"So are you going to tell them?" He propped his head on one arm and watched as she raised an eyebrow.

"Not yet."

"Why?"

"I'm not really ready to. Not yet. You wont say anything? Will you?"

"Of course I wont." He kissed her gently. "You can tell them when your ready. I think it'll be enough of a shock that we are back."

"Yeah." She sighed.

"So?"

"So what?" She frowned as he rolled his eyes.

"Come here."

"Now, that is the best thing you've said since we got home."

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A/N First Vicar of Dibley fic. Does anyone read them anymore? Please review and let me know if it is worth going on with.