Author's Note: I lost my master plan. I lost it. So now TWA is on hold until I can update, and I am in the mood for fluff. WHO CAN'T WAIT FOR LURLINEMAS?

This will be a series of Christmas-themed oneshots. AU Musical.


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"Christmas has always been my favourite holiday. The warm mittens and hats, tobogganing with my? friends and family, building snowmen, sitting in front of a fireplace, watching the snow fall and the icicles drip, the awesome Christmas music, and seeing the looks on people's faces when they opened the presents you got them. =) So glad Christmas is on its way!"

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


The Greatest Gift

Elphaba sat in a rocking chair, reading to herself next to the warm fire. She was reading a tragic romance novel. She seemed to love those kinds of books these days, she told Fiyero once that they reminded her of her own doomed romance. Fiyero would simply smile and say how much he loved her.

It was Lurlinemas night. That morning, the two had sat around the tree Fiyero had somehow convinced Elphaba to allow him to assemble, and string with lights. She had used her magic to create ornaments out of small everyday objects such as twigs and leaves. She had given Fiyero a shirt she had bought for him from a rare Arjiki pawn shop, and he had given her a simple bracelet with a green rose. During the day Fiyero had gone out on business, and Elphaba worked around their cottage, thinking about her old days at Shiz, and the Lurlinemas she had had there.

She didn't notice she was being watched until she heard a light chuckle. She turned to see her lover, having returned from his errands. Fiyero was leaning against the door frame, watching her with a soft smile on his lips. The flickering light from the fire illuminated his handsomely carved face, splashing soft golds and warm oranges across his features, giving his deep sapphire eyes a faded twinkle.

"What?" Elphaba asked, closing her book and blushing under his penetrating gaze. Fiyero simply walked over to the loveseat, motioning for her to stand up. She did so, and her lips formed a cute pout as he sat down. The pout formed a smile as he opened his arms, inviting her to cuddle. She accepted with a shy smirk, rolling her eyes, and muttering, "Chesty fool," as she sat in his lap, sighing contentedly as he wrapped his arms around her.

"This is our first Lurlinemas together, Fae," Fiyero stated in a soft whisper, stroking her collarbone with his thumb. Elphaba smiled.

"I'm aware," she replied, "But I don't know why you had to make such a big deal about it. It's just a holiday."

"What do you have against holidays?" Fiyero laughed, "I happen to like Lurlinemas!"

"I never said I didn't!" Elphaba replied, "I just don't see what makes them so special!"

"Gifts? The sense of joy and love?"

"Last night was special enough," Elphaba replied sweetly, grinning mischievously, and turning to face him, "I don't need holidays to express my love for you, Yero my hero."

"But on holidays I can give you gifts!"

"We already covered that, Yero," Elphaba laughed, paling as Fiyero reached under the chair to grab something. "Oh no, Fiyero, no gifts, please!" she protested, but he silenced her qualms with a kiss. He handed a small package to her and beckoned for her to open it. She opened it grudgingly, and gasped.

It was an Arjiki black silk scarf, with delicate red roses woven intricately into the design.

"Oh Yero," she murmured, kissing him tenderly.

"So you like it?" Fiyero asked, pulling away.

"Of course! You couldn't of gotten me anything better!"

Fiyero sighed. He knew as well as Elphaba did the one thing she truly wanted for Lurlinemas.

"I think I did," he whispered. He pointed at the package the scarf had come from, and it read:

Turn to the door.

She glanced at the door, and to her supreme shock, there stood a short woman with curled blonde hair, wearing a pink coat, with fresh tears brimming from her eyes.

"Happy Lurlinemas, Elphie."


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