It was just an ordinary December day in the Smash mansion.
Naturally, this meant utter chaos.
The entire manor was abuzz with excitement, and why wouldn't it be? Arguably the most celebrated holiday at the house was steadily approaching, and preparations needed to be made. In between the regular matches, characters were occupying every spare second they had with something to do with Christmas. Peach, along with a handful of other characters with an itchin' for the kitchen, had been baking nonstop for the past 3, although one of those days was to make up for lost food after Kirby and Pit snuck a few hundred cookies. Greninja had taken the liberty of covering every visible surface with decorations, and, after much convincing from the other smashers, refrained from placing some mistletoe over Samus' door.
However, none of this even came close to what chaos the kids were up to. Since the clocks struck midnight on December 1st, Bowser Jr., The Koopalings, Ness and Toon Link had almost been needed to be strapped to chairs to keep the mansion in one piece. To his dismay, Bowser was placed on babysitting duty and had taken the kids out into Smashville every day for some "fun" holiday activities.
Even the library was bustling with commotion, albeit quiet commotion. Robin had been reading any book he could on Christmas and other holidays, and Captain Falcon had been working on a story furiously for a week, but would deny it's very existence when questioned.
However, this one particular day, the library had another visitor, and quit an unexpected one at that. Being a Pokémon, Charizard was no scholar; It was uncommon to find a literate pocket monster, since they were naturally evolved to battle. But this was a very special case. It was first Christmas since the start of the fourth tournament, and while he enjoyed the company of the other smashers, there were a few bodies in particular who the fire lizard wanted to be with more than anyone. After snapping an 8th pencil with his massive jaws, Charizard gave out a loud and exasperated grunt. He concluded that Charizards were not suited for writing letters, and stomped off to find someone to write it for him.
The problem with being a Pokémon is that your vocabulary is generally limited to your species name, or parts of it. The fire/flying type, however, could only roar, growl and make other such animalistic noises. This furthered the difficulty of communicating with his peers, as a surprisingly small amount of the non-Pokémon characters had actually bothered to learn how to understand his speech patterns. Charizard could count them on one claw, in fact. Peach was busy making a batch of gingerbread and could not help him, although he was given a cookie in consolation. Ike was nowhere to be found, although it wouldn't have made much of a difference as Ike was also secretly illiterate. This left the Pokémon with one last option, and thank Arceus above, Palutena was happy to write Charizard's letter for him.
"Alright then, Charizard," Palutena spoke, in her calm, almost motherly tone. "What did you want to write?" Charizard began speaking to her in a series of short and long growls and chuffs as the Goddess took a seat at the table. She gave a small giggle as she brushed the desk clear of pencil shards. "Slow down, Charizard! My, but you are excited!" Charizard's face turned a bit darker. "It's all right. Now, would you please start by telling me who we're addressing this too?" Charizard gave a nod and uttered two slow roars. Palutena smiled and began writing on the paper:
"Dear Red…"