~Author's Notes~

Bonjour! Joyeux Noël! How is everyone's Christmas? Well, mine's been pretty well except I got sick on Christmas Eve. I know, it really stinks, but Of course, it could've been worst.

Anyway enough blabbing, I just wanted to post up a Christmas special for you guys (those who are reading this) because I haven't been working on my other story. Also, just for your guys info, I'm not dropping the story. I feel awful if I start something and never finish it. Though, it might take me a while due to my lame laziness. . Okay, guys, I'm going to stop talking now (or typing) and let you guys enjoy the story.

Italics are sound words.

Dialogue are in these " " (quotations) marks.

Depending the situation, thoughts are in these ' ' marks.

Credit for editing to Lady Frederic.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Tales of Vesperia or the game. If I do, it wouldn't be awesome.


On a snowy night in the dead of winter, a shadowy figure in a red sleigh landed on a magnificent, huge, and decorated mansion. Clank! Clank! Clank! "Whoa!" the shadowy figure yelled and stepped out of the sleigh. Under the moonlights, the shadowy figure revealed himself to be a young man in a red suit. "Ho! Ho! Ho! Let's see… Who gets a present in this gorgeous house?" The young man went over to his sled and rummaged through it. "Nope, this isn't it." Crash! After a moment of searching through his sled the figure in red found what he was looking for. "Ah, here it is!" The young man pulled out a scroll and unrolled it. Plop!The rest of the scroll fell to his feet. "Now, let's see… 483 Vesperia Street… 483 Vesperia Street, 483 Vesper…" On the list, right next to the address was the name 'Estellise Sidos Heurassein'. "My, what a nice long name," the young man remarked. "Well, standing here won't get any presents delivered, so I might as well get to work." The young man rolled the list back up and stuffed it into his pocket, walking towards the chimney. He climbed on top of it, sitting, and said, "Alright, let's do this!" He breathed in and pushed himself down into the chimney. After a few seconds a crash shook the house below. "Ugh! I still can't believe I'm not used to this! Man, I've been doing this for, like, two years already!" The young man got up, but didn't give a care to brush the soot off his clothes. "Well, whatever," the young man said, shrugging. "Might as well get to work on those presents." His eyes scanned the room, looking for the Christmas tree and he found it.

It was the most beautiful and perfect Christmas tree he had ever seen on all his travels. Not only that, the Christmas tree was placed in the center of the room, shining so brightly with all unique ornaments and lights. "Alright, let's get this show on the road." He dropped the red sack he was carrying and untied the golden knot. Reaching inside the sack, he pulled out a large present. It was wrapped with pink wrapping paper with golden snowflakes on it. "One for the lady," the young man said with a chuckle before putting it under the tree. After setting the gift under the tree, the man suddenly heard a creak. He knew that the sound was made by someone stepping on the worn wood of the stairs, just visible in the next room over. Slowly, the young man turned his head to the left, and there, over by the doorway, stood a girl of about eighteen with short, pink hair, in her pale pink nightgown.

"Are you Santa Claus?" whispered the girl. In the young man's mind, he was
thinking, 'Man, she's really cute.'

"Well, yes. But you can call me Yuri," Yuri said with a smile.

"Really?! I thought Santa Claus would be a lot older," the young girl replied with a confused look.

"Oh, you must be talking about my old man," Yuri answered. "By the way, what's your name?" Yuri asked.

"It's Estellise Sidos Heurassein, sir," Estellise Sidos Heurassein replied, telling the stranger her whole name.

"Oh! So you're Estellise Sidos Heurassein!" Yuri exclaimed. "You can drop the sir. Just call me Yuri," Yuri stated. "By the way, you have a nice name and all, but it's a little too long for me. Could I just call you Estelle instead?" the young man asked.

"Oh! A nickname?! No one's ever made a nickname for me before!" The girl was beaming brightly. "You may call me that, um, Yuri, right?" Yuri nodded. "Oh! I almost forgot! Wait right here!" Estelle yelled, before rushing out of the room and down the hallway.

"Huh…? What's gotten into her?" Yuri inquired aloud, crossing his arms. Before he knew it, Estelle came running back with a plate full of cookies. Slowing to a stop in front of Yuri, and panting slightly, the girl spoke.

"I almost forgot these cookies I baked for you." Lifting up the plate to Yuri, he could see it was full of different shapes and color of cookies.

"Um, sweet!" Yuri said before picking up a red wreath-shaped sugar cookie. Taking a bite out of it, he munched slowly, and after a few moments of silence, Yuri's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Wow! These are amazing!" Yuri exclaimed.

"Really?! Thank you so much, Yuri!" Estelle replied, titling her head to one side and smiling. Yuri, seeing her sweet face, blushed a little bit and tried to cover his face by pulling down his Santa hat an inch or two.

"Well, you're welcome," Yuri said before crossing his arms almost like he was pouting. Gong! Gong!The hour hand on the father clock in the room the couple was in struck twelve. Yuri, looking at the clock, realized it was midnight, and knew he still had a whole sack of presents to deliver to those well-behaved children. Those children would be so disappointed if they didn't get their presents on the morning of Christmas, and Yuri would not like that at all. "Well, my lady, I should now take my leave." Yuri gave her a curt bow.

"It's Estelle," the girl corrected him, before giving him a serious face.

"Well, Estelle, I need to go now. So… bye." Yuri began walking towards the chimney, but was stopped by the girl's sudden shout.

"Would you… would you visit me?!" Estelle asked. Yuri halted in his tracks and turned around to face the girl.

"Sure."

"Promise?"

"Ah…" Yuri began.

"Promise?!" the pink haired girl pleaded. Yuri gave a quick glance to Estelle's face and noticed she was a little sad. Yuri didn't like to see people being sad, so he gave in to the girl.

"Promise…" he said with a sigh. Then, before Estelle could say anything else, Yuri disappeared up the chimney. Estelle ran to the nearest window to see Yuri or 'Santa Claus' leaving in his sleigh. There he was, in the most beautiful sleigh she could ever imagine, all decorated with green, red, and gold. Eight reindeer were leading his sleigh and the first one had a bright red light surrounding its nose. When Estelle strained her ears, she could hear bells ringing from the sleigh. For some reason, her arm started to move, almost on its own, and before she knew it, she was waving. Meanwhile, on the sleigh, Yuri was trying to focus on what was in front of him. But, then his eyes glanced at the window of 483 Vesperia Street, and, to his surprise, he saw the girl waving at him. He waved back with a smile, and in the window Estelle saw Yuri return her gesture, and in response, she waved back even faster, smiling.


~Author's Notes~

I just wanted to make this clear, this isn't the end of the story. Part 2 will be posted up later in the day.

Thank you for reading the story (so far)! I really appreciate it! :3 Until next time, à tout à l'heure!