Disclaimer: It's all Joss's.
A/N: All right, I can admit it. I'm a total Anya shipper. This is like my fourth fic I wrote starring her (only my second one posted though), and definitely not my last. EMMA CAULFIELD ROCKS MY WORLD!!! This one is my sentimental-ass idea of a letter Anya would write to Santa. R&R.
Dear Mr. Claus,
Although my fiance has told me many times that you are not real, I figure this is worth a shot. I'm desperate, and you're my last hope.
Christmas is supposed to be a time of happiness and joy, most of which I assume is caused by all the exchanging of expensive merchandise which can later be sold for more money, which can eventually be re-exchanged for more merchandise. This prospect excites me greatly and makes me extremely giddy, but none of my friends seem to share in my feelings of holiday joy. Everyone seems so depressed, it's beginning to get *me* down, too.
First of all, everyone is sad because Giles went back to England. I wish he hadn't, I miss him. And his absence is contributing to the glumness around here. Buffy and Dawn are experiencing their first Christmas without Joyce (their mother). Buffy is even *more* depressed than usual because of this. This also makes me sad, Joyce was very nice. Willow is sad because Tara left and no one trusts her anymore because of her majick misuse. Tara is sad because Willow lied to her. Spike is sad because Buffy rejected him (again). And Xander is sad because everyone else is sad. This is especially bad becuase when he's sad, I don't get any sex.
I decided that this Christmas I would graciously forgo my present requests and just ask for everyone's spirits to be lifted. There is no point in being happy over recieving expensive gifts if there is no one to be happy with. So even though I am in dire need of a Jaguire, a yacht, my powers back, and a house in Malibu (all simple requests), the thing I *really* yearn for is for my friends to be happy again, if only for one day. Nothing I try is helping them. I am getting very frustrated.
Please consider what I've said and get back to me by Christmas. I am very appreciative of any help you can give. However, if you gyp me and I end up with no presents and a houseful of sad friends, I will be extrememly angry and my faith in Christmas will be lost. You wouldn't do that to a very powerful ex-demon, would you?
My Thanks,
Anya Emerson (soon to be Harris, unless you don't make him happy again and he stops having sex with me and then I can't marry him and it would be *your* fault and would you want to live with yourself if you ruined my future?)
PS. For what it's worth, I've been good this year. No coal please, it's undeserved and unredeemable.
A/N: All right, I can admit it. I'm a total Anya shipper. This is like my fourth fic I wrote starring her (only my second one posted though), and definitely not my last. EMMA CAULFIELD ROCKS MY WORLD!!! This one is my sentimental-ass idea of a letter Anya would write to Santa. R&R.
Dear Mr. Claus,
Although my fiance has told me many times that you are not real, I figure this is worth a shot. I'm desperate, and you're my last hope.
Christmas is supposed to be a time of happiness and joy, most of which I assume is caused by all the exchanging of expensive merchandise which can later be sold for more money, which can eventually be re-exchanged for more merchandise. This prospect excites me greatly and makes me extremely giddy, but none of my friends seem to share in my feelings of holiday joy. Everyone seems so depressed, it's beginning to get *me* down, too.
First of all, everyone is sad because Giles went back to England. I wish he hadn't, I miss him. And his absence is contributing to the glumness around here. Buffy and Dawn are experiencing their first Christmas without Joyce (their mother). Buffy is even *more* depressed than usual because of this. This also makes me sad, Joyce was very nice. Willow is sad because Tara left and no one trusts her anymore because of her majick misuse. Tara is sad because Willow lied to her. Spike is sad because Buffy rejected him (again). And Xander is sad because everyone else is sad. This is especially bad becuase when he's sad, I don't get any sex.
I decided that this Christmas I would graciously forgo my present requests and just ask for everyone's spirits to be lifted. There is no point in being happy over recieving expensive gifts if there is no one to be happy with. So even though I am in dire need of a Jaguire, a yacht, my powers back, and a house in Malibu (all simple requests), the thing I *really* yearn for is for my friends to be happy again, if only for one day. Nothing I try is helping them. I am getting very frustrated.
Please consider what I've said and get back to me by Christmas. I am very appreciative of any help you can give. However, if you gyp me and I end up with no presents and a houseful of sad friends, I will be extrememly angry and my faith in Christmas will be lost. You wouldn't do that to a very powerful ex-demon, would you?
My Thanks,
Anya Emerson (soon to be Harris, unless you don't make him happy again and he stops having sex with me and then I can't marry him and it would be *your* fault and would you want to live with yourself if you ruined my future?)
PS. For what it's worth, I've been good this year. No coal please, it's undeserved and unredeemable.