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[ivegotsomewreckingtodo]

To Ralph, From Santa

Hung on the mantle with care, come Christmas morning, is a hand knit pair of big mittens. Really REALLY big mittens. So big you could probably use one as a tea cozy. A matching red hat is hung with them too, a tag tied to the yarn carefully. "To protect those hands of yours if you leave your game. Stay safe, and Merry Christmas!"

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"…Hey!"  Ralph grinned brightly and went over to retrieve the winter wear, taking a moment to the note tied to the hat.  His bright grin turned to a softer, more heartfelt smile before he set the tag aside.  Holding one of the mittens open, the wrecker slipped his gigantic hand inside it.  A perfect fit.

"Thanks, Santa."

[telleverybody-imonmyway]

To Koda, From Santa

Flopped just outside of Koda’s cave in the woods is an enormous trout, fresh from the river and ready to eat — as long as the lovely red and green bow is removed first! There is a note attached to the ribbon reading, “For being a good little brother bear who wins all his races fair and square. Merry Christmas, Koda.”

The bear cub hopped up happily. Fully awake and ready to explore whatever the day would bring for him this time around! He stepped out of the cave and took in a big breath of the cold morning air. "Ah! Love that early morning-wait...is that..." he sniffs the air a bit more, "fish?"

Confused he looks around for a bit until finally he spotted the giant trout. "Whoa! That's one of the biggest fish I've ever seen!" He exclaims with a small laugh. He spots the note and reads it aloud to himself as he finds it easier to read when he was saying the words a loud. "Wow! Thanks whomever it was that left this!" He says calling in every direction, just in case whomever left it was near-by.

"Hey Kenai! Wake up! You gotta see this!" Koda yells behind him before grabbing the giant fish's tail in his mouth and carefully dragging it into the cave. 

[froma-trickle-toa-roar]

To Zarina, From Santa

On Zarina’s nightstand, on Christmas morning, waits a note. It reads: “Merry Christmas, Captain Zarina! You’ve had some troubles this year, but you’ve proved yourself to be a worthy fairy, and a worthy captain. Please check the beach. I had my smallest elf make it for you. -Santa” Waiting on the sandy shore, is a ship, the perfect size for a fairy.

Zarina yawned and stretched her arms above her head as she got out of bed and began to prepare for the day. She was still so tired she almost missed the note that was laying on her nightstand. Brows furrowed in confusion she picks it up and reads it.

Her wings flutter. What was at the beach? She wondered as she was already preparing to make her way out. Grabbing her bag, as she never went anywhere without it, she flew out towards the beach.

A small gasp of surprise escaped her lips as she caught sight of the fairy-sized ship. She inched closer until her feet finally made contact with the wood of the ship's deck. Wings fluttering in spite of herself Zarina giggled happily as she began exploring around, amazed that such a thing was possible. Why, it even seemed the the ship was fully functional and, with the right crew could easily be taken out to the open seas!

She stood at the helm, her tiny fingers tracing over the wood as a bright smile was fixed to her lips. She glanced up to the horizon holding down her hair from blowing into her face as a light sea breeze kicked up. "Thank you Santa...this means a lot."

[firebird-suite]

To Urúvion, From Santa

Adorned in an overkill of red and gold ribbons is a potted plant with small blossoms, sitting just outside the reach of the Firebird’s hottest flames. How it was delivered without the great bird noticing is a mystery, but the plant sits there waiting, healthy and eager to grow. A small note attached amongst the leaves reads, “To Urúvion: For not burning down anymore additional forests in a waking rage, please accept this beautiful potted plant, and do you best to make it grow. Caring for smaller things, even a little green plant, can strengthen a heart that was once hard as stone. Merry Christmas, Urúvion.”

The phoenix tilted his head in confusion as he saw the potted plant, left just a ways from where he was perched. He flew down next to the plant, shifting into human form as he did and picking up the note that lay next to it. He glanced back at the tree where his brother was rested. "Neth, wake up a moment."

The cub yawned as he woke, ears twitching and eye dropping in sleep. "What is it?" he asked. Urúvion handed the note to his brother whom shifted into human form as well in order to grab the note and read it aloud. "Huh...that's weird..." the child noted as he flipped the note back and forth. "It doesn't say who sent it."

Golden eyes turn from the plant and to his brother. "How strange..." he agreed. Shrugging he carefully picked up the plant and went over to sit next to his brother. "Though, not to say it's not an unappreciated gesture." He added carefully tracing only the very edge of one of his ebony claws across the petal of one of the blossoms.

Neth nodded as he tucked the note just beside the plant again. "Yeah, it seems whomever left this certainly knows that you aren't like you used to be anymore."

Urúvion nodded. "It would seem so."

[taranofcaerdallben]

To Taran, From Santa

With ribbons in red and green tied around the hilt, a quality training sword rests against Taran’s doorframe. Fastened to the ribbons of the sword is a note in lovely cursive. “For a young man who will one day be a true warrior, please accept this training sword. Continue always to use your talents for good, and you will always have a spot on the Nice List. Merry Christmas, Taran.”

Without giving much thought to it, Taran stepped outside the small cottage with his everyday clothes, only to realize how cold it had been. He spun on his heel and made his way back to the cottage to cover himself up before the sword resting by the door immediately caught his attention. The boy's eyes widened as he went over to pick it up and look at it in awe. It wasn't long before he noticed the note attached to it. While he read through the nicely written message, his smile widened.

"Thank you sir," Taran said in a low voice before he went back to gazing at the object. A shiver ran down his spine, reminding him how cold it was outside. He laughed quietly to himself and quickly made his way back inside with his gift.