Lizzy looked up as the sleet began pounding the asphalt outside her father's garage. "Come on Dad you promised the Dukes you'd be at their place in half an hour. Go wash up and I'll take care of stuff in here." "Lizzy you don't have to do that." Cooter answered. "Of course I don't but it's Christmas Dad, you promised them so go along and I'll finish off this cruiser for Boss." "It's Christmas Eve Lizzy you shouldn't be working either." "You know why we have to and I'm not going to argue with you about it. Go on. I'll be fine. It'll take about another 15 minutes I promise I'll be there before the turkey's done." "Fine." Cooter leaned over and kissed the top of her head before heading out to his truck. "BE CAREFUL." He hollered back inside before driving off. Cooter knew Lizzy was way to stubborn to allow Cooter to finish the Crown Vic, especially not when it was Christmas so he finally gave in. Lizzy slowly worked on the cruiser praying that her dad arrived at the Duke farm quickly and didn't get stuck out in this nasty weather. When Lizzy finished the car she put her tools away, locked up the garage doors and then headed for the office where after shutting off the lights and locking the door behind her she finally made it to her car. The 'Mouse,' was waiting patiently for her as always, her forest green 69 Charger had been her faithful friend since she repaired it at 15. Sliding through the window on the driver's side she started the engine and wound her way through the county. It had been a while since she had been back in Hazzard and she couldn't believe how much it hadn't changed. Lizzy was drawn out of her thoughts as her headlights landed on a black Pontiac Safari sitting on the side of the road. An elderly man was standing next to it shivering and looking to be lost and confused. Lizzy pulled over behind the man's car and slowly walked up to him. "Excuse me sir is there anything I can do to help you?" Lizzy asked laying a hand on his arm. "My tire, I think it may be flat." The man answered. "Okay, do you have a spare sir?" "It's in the trunk." Lizzy walked around the car and noticed that his right front tire was indeed flat. She walked back to his trunk and pulled out the spare but noticed he didn't have a tire iron or a jack. "Sir why don't you go ahead and have a seat in my car it'll get you out of the weather. I'll have your tire changed in no time." The man nodded and walked back to the 'Mouse', before climbing into the passenger seat. Before too long the spare was on and Lizzy was back talking to the man. "What do I owe you for the change?" "Not a thing. It's in my blood. I can't help but stop for someone with car problems." "I honestly owe you something. I refuse not to pay you." "Just promise me you'll help out the next person you can." "That I can do. We need more people like you around. Young kids today just aren't what they used to be." He muttered. "Do you want me to make sure you get home ok? Or will you be fine by yourself?" "I'll be fine thank you so much." "Absolutely. Merry Christmas sir." Lizzy smiled and watched as he drove off slowly. She smiled softly and then drove on to the Duke place. "Lizzy you made it." Luke said when she came in the door. "Of course I did you guys have the best Christmas turkey in the county." Lizzy answered. "Well Cooter said you'd be here before the turkey was done and when you weren't we got a little worried." Bo said. "Did something happen?" "Yeah, a little old man about 6 foot, kinda fail-looking, driving a beat up black Pontiac Safari had a flat tire. It's in my blood to help and with the weather being what it was I had to stop and help." Lizzy answered. She sat down on the arm of the couch next to Cooter and rested her arm on his shoulder. "Well then how about some carols while we wait for the stuffing and mashed potatoes?" Jesse said. Slowly that Christmas progressed with presents for all and even a couple of tires and a free tune up to the Johnson's who Lizzy had helped. Lizzy Jackson-Davenport