Deck the halls with boughs of holly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to be jolly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Don we now our gay apparel,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
Troll the ancient Yule tide carol,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
The beautiful sound was coming from the group of the local children's choir, six boys and girls dressed as adorable elves, singing beautifully like angels as they were gathered in front of the library. They were spreading some good New Year cheer with their songs and also collecting money for the poor, smiling at people who were gathered around them to listen to them sing and dropping spare change into their money can.
See the blazing Yule before us,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Strike the harp and join the chorus.
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Follow me in merry measure,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
While I tell of Yule tide treasure,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Fast away the old year passes,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Hail the new, ye lads and lasses,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Sing we joyous, all together,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Heedless of the wind and weather,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
When they finished their song, they took their bows with big smiles on their cute faces and said in unison "Merry Christmas to one and all!"
"Merry Christmas!" Everyone within a three-block radius cheered happily.
Despite the bitter cold air and the heavy snow falling from the gray skies, it didn't put a damper in anyone's mood. It didn't stop people leaving stores with bundles of boxes stacked in their arms, wishing each other season's greetings. It didn't stop them from admiring the beautiful decorations beautifying the stores and cafes, the sixty-feet Christmas tree decorated with thousands of beautiful decorations with the beautiful golden star radiating such wonderful light, and seeing how each store decorated their windows this year from a chocolate-molten Santa rubbing his belly to robotic-anime, adorable porecleain dolls decorating the tree. It didn't stop them from feeling merry and cherry.
Once again the greatest time of the year was coming near, which was the happiest season of all and had everyone anxious in anticipation: Christmastime.
Most people would only assume people on Earth only celebrated it, but in truth the magical dimension has been celebrating it over thousands of years and everyone really loved taking it into heart. Especially the city of Magix, where people go to see the beautiful Christmas decorations and tons of things were going on: the balls, carnivals, and the local pageant they threw every year, which was always a shoo-in to be a sell-out.
It was the last day of Christmas, Christmas Eve, which was always the most anxious and stressful day of the year for two reasons. For kids under the age of twelve, the biggest issue with Christmas Eve was making sure letters to Santa Clause would be mailed before it was too late and getting into bed before he comes to the house. For teenagers and grown-ups, the biggest issue Christmas Eve meant it was the last day to get everyone who you're close the perfect gift they would want.
That was issue fellow, lone-wolf Specialist Riven was having as he ran down the streets on a mission, leaving from store to store unsatisfied and becoming madder than the last time, ignoring the people who were wishing him a Merry Christmas and wanting to tell them where they could shove those words into.
He had no doubts within his mind the people who saw him leaving stores with his fists clenched to his sides and that angry scowl on his face thought he was a Scrooge. That was most people thought he was because he was usually in a bad mood and seemed like someone who couldn't stand the holiday. But the truth was he actually did stand it; he actually loved the holiday but hated the dilemma he was in.
Tonight was Christmas Eve, all the stores will be closing in less than an hour, and he still hasn't found the right gift for his Secret Santa.
I curse that dame red-head for suggesting the stupid idea in the first place, Riven scowled, coming out from the twelfth store he went into that night and leaving with nothing, ignoring the cheery saleswoman wishing him a merry Christmas.
This Christmas the Winx girls and RF boys decided to spend the holiday and vacation together, like one big family at Sky's castle, which had more than plenty of extra room for eleven more people, in Eraklyon, where Christmas was always unbelievably phenomenal. Since they were spending the whole time together and made plans to attend the annual Christmas ball the king and queen threw every year in their grand ballroom, Bloom thought it would be a great idea for them to do Secret Santa.
Since it was mostly a Christmas tradition they did in Earth, she explained the way the tradition worked was friends would write their names on scrapes of paper, fold their papers and drop them into the hat, someone will shake hat to mix up the names inside, and each person would draw a name from the hat. Whoever you got, it was your duty to get them an awesome but also keep it in secret so they don't know who their Santa is until Christmas day.
At first, he thought the idea seemed stupid and pointless. But because he wasn't in the mood for Bloom's glares and Sky's nagging, he decided to get along with it.
Besides, getting a gift for one person seemed much easier than buying gifts for the whole group.
Bloom collected the names and shook them around inside a Santa hat, then beckoned everyone to draw a name from the hat.
By the time it was his turn to draw a name, there was only one piece of paper left inside the hat and everyone else was already making list of present ideas of what they could get for their Secret Santa.
When he unfolded the name and read it, he was shocked into silence and thinking, I'm so screwed.
He got Musa.
Quickly shoving the name inside his pocket and glancing at the beautiful musical fairy across the room, giggling with her friends. Looking at her as usual caused him to feel a rush quivering his body, overcoming him with unbearable urges he always had to have control over, and was nearly flushed. Almost, but thankfully got himself just in time before his friends would see. Otherwise, they would never live it down.
The thing was Musa wasn't really a difficult girl. Aside from being…very attractive, she was also funny and really smart, didn't mind being alone most of the time as long as she was alone with her music, and might be sensitive and rough around the edges, but she was a real fighter and one of the toughest bad-ass chicks he ever knew.
And she was also probably the closest girl friend he ever had who understood him easily unlike people who never came close, but the thing that also scared him a lot was he wanted to be more than just friends with her.
The relationship between them was difficult to explain. They were obviously more than just friends but not quite boyfriend and girlfriend. Whenever they were alone and hang out together, it was mostly hard to find something do of them could enjoy doing. They were complete opposites, she was social butterfly who can easily fit in with people but also didn't mind alone time while he was the lone-wolf who liked being alone than dealing with people.
He was hoping the gift he got her was going to be perfect and sweet enough to show her how much she really meant to her and also to apologize for the countless times he has been a jerk to her. Except Riven didn't know what exactly to get her because he didn't understand the first things about girls, something he had no problem admitting because he already knew it was true.
He went to his friends for advice-a big mistake right there since they quickly figured out who his Secret Santa. When they were finally done laughing their butts off, they gave him some gift suggestions: clothes, makeup, and jewelry. Only Musa wasn't Stella, and clothes and makeup weren't something that impress her. Nabu suggested he could get her a couple of new CDs', making sense since Musa needed music the way people need air, but that didn't seem right either.
He wanted to put in a lot of effect into her present. Get her something that wasn't too fancy but also wasn't too plain either, which was going to be impossible to get with time against him and was going quicker than usual.
He tried asking her what she wanted for Christmas, being clever as he said it was a favor her Secret Santa who wanted to know exactly what she wanted.
Musa stopped what she was doing for a moment and turned to him, slowly a small smile lifting up the corners of her lips. It was a private smile, as if she was in on a secret she knew while he was still left out in the dark. He kept his expression stern and unreadable when she smiled at him, but inside those urges were deepening and going crazy inside of him as he looked into those big, beautiful midnight blue eyes that were slowly hypnotizing him.
She slowly leaned in closer to him, teasing him with the scent of her sweet, cool mint breath. "If my secret Santa wants to know what I really want for Christmas, then they need to turn on the radio and listen carefully to one of my favorite songs."
She smirked at the confusions showing on his face, thinking he looked so cute, winked, and then turned around to walk away. But before she was completely out the door, she snapped her fingers at a nearby boom box and her favorite Christmas song was the filling the room with sound.
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There's just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is...
You
Unfortunately, Riven didn't quite catch her drift she was leaving and saw she wasn't going to tell him anything. So he was left on his own to find the perfect gift for her.
He walked into the last store, which was a small gift-shop, left in the entire town he hasn't checked yet and was already panting hard as he walked over to the counter, laying his head on there and trying to catch his breath.
The young, blonde-haired cashier looked down at him with amusement in her blue eyes as she continued to chow down on her wad of gum, a smirk spreading across her face as she realized the reason why he was here. Along with thirty-five other men who came into the store, looking just as worn-out as he did for one obvious reason. "Let me take a wild guess. You want to get your girlfriend the perfect gift, but you have no clue what to get her."
"Shows what you know?" Riven may be worn-out, but he was never too tired to snap at someone giving him sass. "First off, she's a friend."
"But you want her to be your girlfriend," When Riven made no comment, she already gotten her answer and her smirk turned into a smug smile. "Since its Christmas and I'm a huge romantic when it comes to Christmas romances, I think I'm going to take pity on you. I'm going to help you out finding the perfect gift."
"And how are you going to do that?" Riven asked, finally standing up and narrowing his cold, violet eyes at her.
"Well, for starters, tell me what this girl is like." She asked.
It was almost closing time and he was really desperate, so he decided to get her help. Soon after looking at nearly every item in the store with the assistance from the blonde employee, named Wendy, picking out a few things, and getting the gift wrapped in a nice gift bag, Riven actually left a store satisfied.
I just hopes she likes it, he thought.