This idea might seem familliar, but the story is going to be totaly- er... a lot- different. This is my very first fanfic so please be gentle. =)


Chapter 1:

My Christmas Wish


Dear Santa Clause,

Santa, you have given me many gifts for Christmas these last 14 Christmases, and I haven't properly thanked you. I really appreciate the gifts. You work really hard throughout the year for this one night. I applaud you. And the elves and reindeer.

Have you heard that Yu-Gi-Oh! is more popular than ever this year? I myself have gotten excited about this wonderful, amazing TV show and card series. Because of this, I ask you for only one thing: Yu-Gi-Oh! cards. As many as you can get! That is all I ask.

Thank you for making these past Christmases a joy for my family and thank you for all your hard work. Say hi to the elves and reindeer for me!

Delightfully yours,

Erica Stevenson


A girl walked along the edge of the North Coast in Maine. It was December 13, a Saturday. A brisk breeze blew serenely. The gentle wind lifted her blond hair in the direction the gust was blowing ever so slightly.

She wore a white sweater with a drawstring hood, black jeans, and white winter boots. A black beret sat atop her head.

The coast smoothly started uphill. When the lonesome girl was at the peak, she stood at the edge of the cliff and looked down at the ocean below.

She had a bottle in her hand. A usual alcohol bottle which she had found in a trashcan in town. She took a piece of paper from her right pocket, rolled it up, and dropped it into the bottle. She took a cork out of her left pocket and shoved it into the mouth-hole of the beer container until she was sure that it was good, tight, and waterproof.

She often did this. She didn't know why. She knew she was polluting, something she often frowned upon, but she knew that this bottle would be picked up by the one person she was sending the letter inside to.

Since she was a little kid, her parents would let her put a message in a bottle and send it by the ocean. She was against littering then too so she would designate a certain time to when she'd do it. Christmas time. Her letter to Santa was in that bottle. Why use a computer when you could recycle a useless beer bottle?

She dropped the bottle into the ocean. Now to give the address the bottle needed to be carried to. "To Saint Nicholas, North Pole." I whispered.