HO HO HO MERRY *pants* CHRISTMAS! Here's a gift for… *drumroll* Moonlit Dreaming!

This story was…challenging. This is mainly because I haven't played this game LOL. But well it's Christmas anyway, I wanted to make my Santee happy :3 So…hopefully I would be able to achieve that.

Here's the first part ;) More to come by the 28th! I'm so sorry, I'll be out of town, and well I'm not proud with the rest of the story sooo yeah…

"Questions"

I.

"It's Christmas, it's Christmas, it's Christmas! Wake up Mr. Basil, Mrs. Anna and Ms. Mary! It's Christmas!"

Little Stu had run from the road and on to the front doors of the family's residence. The mailbox had been decorated the day before to look like a gingerbread house overrun by plants and powdered with snow. The house, meanwhile, had branches of evergreen hanging over its windows and fences, and on the door hung a wreath with ribbons and Christmas balls. There was also a line of curious little plants on the windowsills.

"Why good morning Stu!" Mary had come out to answer their caller. "Did you run all the way from your home to here?"

"Yup yup yup! Here's you and your mom's and your dad's chocolate chip cookies!" he cheerfully said, handing Mary a brown box tied with a red ribbon.

"Aww thank you sweetie! Here, have my mama's famous chocolate mint cookies. Do be careful though. Some roads could be slippery."

"I will Ms. Mary thank you merry Christmas and have a nice day!" he said quickly as he ran away. Or at least that's what Mary thought, because he'd already stuffed one of the cookies into his mouth. She smiled and wondered, why ever do kids love sweets? And why does it seem like they don't like it as much anymore as they grow up? Does this have some link to the biological mysteries of the mind and body? Or do the things deemed as "rewards" by our brain's reward center change as we grow older?

Mary hugged herself. There goes her mind again. One Christmas years ago, she had bombarded her mama question after question about the holiday as they were baking cookies. After nearly half an hour, her mom finally chuckled and said, "oh you truly are your father's daughter. Always curious, always wondering. Always looking for an answer to everything."

Mary looked around. It truly was a wonderful winter day, she thought, as the wind gently blew her hair softly against her cheek and the sun put a glimmer in her eyes. As she felt little crystals of snow fall on her fingertips and eyelashes, she went through a couple of specific days that had passed throughout that winter…

NOTE: Edited 12/29/2013 (took out part II and moved it to the next chapter).

I am sorry for cutting it there. I just really am not satisfied with the rest of the story at the moment…And well, I want my Santee to know that I have not forgotten her/him! And ultimately, I am posting this now because I won't be having access to the internet for the next couple of days.

So yes, I promise to have the rest up by the 28th.

-Iridescent Swan :)