It was December 22nd and all of Paris was getting ready for the holidays. The city was covered in a thin layer of snow and it was cloudy outside, but luckily Marinette remembered to dress warmer. Even though it was cold, Marinette was happy. She loved the snow and was looking forward to the holidays.

"Okay class." Ms. Bustier announced. "I'm going to stop the lesson early so we can talk about the holidays."

Everyone quickly packed away their textbooks, happy to hear more about the season.

"So class, does anyone have any ideas of what we should do to celebrate?"

"Oh." Alix shouted, raising her hand.

"Yes, Alix."

"We should go ice skating." Alix suggested. "I'm the best ice skater here and I would love to show everyone my skills."

"You couldn't be better than me." Kim challenged.

"Is that a challenge?" Alix asked, walking over to Kim and slamming her hand on the desk.

"Yes." Kim grinned.

"You're on!"

Everyone started to take sides and cheer for them and their competition.

"Okay, okay." Ms. Bustier said, calming the class down. "Does anyone else have an idea?"

"I have one." Alya announced, shooting her hand up.

"What do you have in mind, Alya?" Ms. Bustier asked, leaning back on her desk.

"We should do a Secret Santa thing." Alya smiled. "You know . . . we each draw a name out of a hat or bag and we get that person a gift without telling them who we are."

Everyone smiled at the idea and started to murmur.

"That's a great idea, Alya." Ms. Bustier said. "Is everyone okay with a Secret Santa?"

Everyone continued to murmur, but nodded their heads.

"Okay than it's settled. We'll do a Secret Santa."

"Ms. Bustier!" Chloe shouted, raising her hand. "My daddy told me to tell everyone that we're having a Christmas party at our hotel on Christmas Eve. And unfortunately everyone here is invited."

"Thank you Chloe." Ms. Bustier said, turning back to the class. "How about you guys give your Secret Santa their present before the party and then at the party, you'll reveal your Secret Santa identity?"

"Remember. You don't have to come." Chloe remarked. "You can always stay home and do something else."

Like usual, everyone just shrugged their shoulders and nodded.

"Then it's settled." Ms. Bustier said, sitting down at her desk.

Ms. Bustier started writing everyone's names down on small pieces of paper and placed them all in a brown bag.

"Okay, Alya." Ms. Bustier called. "Since it was your idea, you get to pick first."

Alya jumped up from her seat and ran up to Ms. Bustier's desk. She closed her eyes and reached inside the bag. She pulled out a folded piece of paper and looked down to read it. She ran back to her seat as Ms. Bustier told Chloe to come up and pick a name.

"So who'd you get?" Marinette whispered to Alya.

"You know it's SECRET Santa." Alya said, giving Marinette a look. "But I'll tell you anyway since I didn't get you." Alya smiled. "I got Alix." She whispered.

"Is that good?"

"I was hoping for Nino, but I think I have the perfect gift in mind for Alix. I'm just glad that the whole class is doing a Secret Santa thing. Me and my family always do one every year and even if we aren't happy with who we get, we always have fun. And by the end everyone's glad with who they got."

"That's so cool. If I had any siblings, I would try this with them." Marinette said, sliding back in her seat. "So what are you getting her?"

"Not telling. No more spoilers." Alya leaned back and crossed her arms, smiling. "Now go pick you Secret Santa." She said, pointing behind Marinette.

Marinette turned around to see Ms. Bustier waving for her to come up. Marinette got up from her seat and ran up to the front of the room. She turned away and ripped a piece of paper out of the bag. She unfolded it and stared down at the name. Marinette froze at the sight of it.

There written on the paper was Adrien Agreste. A thousand thoughts ran through her head as she stared at it.

'What if I ruin Adrien's Christmas?' Marinette thought, beginning to panic. 'What if he hates the gift I'll give him?! What if he'll hate me and never speak to me again or even bear to look at me?!'

"Um . . . Marinette?" Ms. Bustier said, waking Marinette from her thoughts. "Is everything okay?"

"Yep." Marinette responded. "Yep! Everything's fine." She scrambled back to her seat and face palmed into her hand.

Ms. Bustier was confused by Marinette, but ignored it and called Ivan up to her desk.

"So who did you get?" Alya asked.

Marinette kept her face in her palm and held the small piece of paper that was in her other hand out to Alya. Alya took the paper and after reading it, she giggled. She placed the paper back in Marinette's hand as Marinette lifted her head up.

Just as everyone finished picking their Secret Santa, the bell rang for everyone to leave. Alya pulled Marinette aside as everyone was leaving the room.

"Marinette." Alya grabbed her friend's arm and pulled her back. "Girl . . . I don't know why you're freaking out about this. This is your chance to tell Adrien how you feel."

"But I could mess up, Alya!" Marinette freaked. "I could ruin everything between me and Adrien and he'll hate me!"

"No you won't. You're overreacting." Alya laughed. "Adrien will never hate you. He's not like that . . . but . . . you'll never know how he really feels about you until you go for it." She said, patting her friend's shoulder before she left the classroom.

Marinette was left standing there thinking for a moment before she too left.


Marinette tossed her purse onto her chaise and collapsed right next to it with a loud groan. Tikki quickly zoomed out.

"Hey!" She shouted, flying above Marinette.

"Sorry, Tikki." Marinette grumbled, lifting her head up. "I'm just . . . super stressed out and worried about this Secret Santa thing."

"Well don't be. Everything will be fine."

"I know. Alya told me." Marinette sighed, flipping over to face her kwami. "I know Adrien won't hate me and stop talking to me, but my big problem is . . . what do I get him?"

"You always like making people stuff." Tikki announced.

"Of course I do and I do want to make him something, but I don't have any ideas."

"How about something that he can wear?"

"Well . . . I wanted to make him a scarf, but I already tried that once before."

"Try again." Tikki preached, flying in front of her face. "He didn't know about the first time and now you can make an even better one that he'll love! And this time, he'll know who it's from."

"You're right, Tikki." Marinette agreed with a smile. "I should make him another one that's ten times better than the first and . . . he'll know it's from me."

Marinette jumped up from her chaise and hopped into her desk chair. She swiveled over to her sewing machine and gathered her materials.

"I need to start designing right away, Tikki. I have two days to complete his scarf."

"You'll be fine, Marinette. Two days if just enough time." Tikki floated over Marinette's shoulder and watching her sketch designs in her book.

"I know, Tikki. All I need is the fabric and I'll get that later when I'm done perfecting the design."

Marinette smiled at the though of everything. The perfect idea popped into her head and she knew exactly what to make.