Disclaimer: I don't own anything. All credits for WICKED go to Gregory Maguire, Stephen Schwartz. I own the plot, the idea, nothing else.

The prayer I found on the internet is by Ella Wheeler Wilcox and I changed Christmas to Lurlinemas.

Thanks to BelieveTheWarIsOver for beta reading.

Frohe Weihnachten - Feliz Navidad – Joyeux Noël – Vrolijk keerstfeest – Buon Natale and Merry Christmas everyone.

These are just a couple of one shots about Lurlinemas.

A Lurlinemas to remember

Chapter 1 – Nessarose and Elphaba

Lurlinemas was one big celebration in the Thropp household. Little Nessarose would get more presents then she had any year before. Her father would spoil his favourite daughter as usual, and if he even remembered the fact that he had another child, Elphaba would find one small package under the tree for her too.

This year the enormous tree standing near the fireplace was set up behind a stack of multi-colour wrapped presents, all for Nessarose. Elphaba had already taken a look in hope to spy a present for her but found nothing.

But after all, what should her father get her? She clashed with everything, so a new dress wasn't practical, She had already four black frocks so she didn't need another one. Jewellery was only for beautiful people, not for her. The only jewellery Elphaba owned was her mother's wedding band and she knew that when Nessarose came of age she had to give the ring over to her sister. Elphaba didn't need a wedding ring. Who would ever marry a green person? No one.

The room was heavily adorned from top to bottom with winter themed decorations. Each ornament varied from length, width and what it was made of. Nessarose had asked for it. And who was Frexspar Thropp to deny his favourite child her wish?

Now, as he wheeled her inside the room, Elphaba following a few feet behind them, both father and eldest daughter knew all the effort was worth it, seeing Nessarose eyes lit up.

"Oh it's beautiful, thank you father!" Nessarose squealed in excitement.

"Only the best for my daughter."

"Oh thank you. Don't you think it's beautiful Elphaba?" she asked her sister.

"Yes it is."

But Elphaba didn't really care for the decoration. She had stopped caring long ago, ever since she only got a piece of coal for Lurlinemas the year her mother had died.

She sat down by the fireplace on her usual spot and watched as her sister opened present after present. At some point while Nessarose was opening presents, Elphaba got lost in thoughts. She remembered the only real Lurlinemas she ever had, the year before her mother had died. Elphaba remembered how her mother had light candles in every window the evening of Lurlinemas. There had been not a lot of decorations, only the candles and a small tree in the corner, not like the big one now standing there. And her mother had sung a beautiful song for her. Elphaba started humming the tune until a shriek interrupted her memory.

Her sister had opened a present sent to her by a distant aunt.

"What's this!? Father it is atrocious, obscene! I wanted a real doll, like the one I saw in the shop in town, not this hideous thing!"

Her aunt Acantha had sent Nessarose a handmade doll.

Elphaba had to stifle a smile. Leave at to Nessarose to be upset about her aunt sending her a present. After all, Acantha had forgotten that her niece Melena had had two daughters. Nessarose should be thankful that she even gotten a present since Elphaba hadn't. Or maybe their aunt had sent presents for the two of them and her father had taken of the card on Elphaba's, replacing it with a card with Nessarose name on it. After all, why would she even deserve a present?

Elphaba watched as her father tried to calm Nessaroses outburst.

"I am going to buy you the doll you want tomorrow."

"You promise?"

"Yes, I promise. You'll get the doll you desire and maybe another one too," Frexspar suggested.

The thought about her getting two additional presents tomorrow brought a smile to Nessarose's face and she dropped the handmade doll to the floor, not caring were it came to rest, before opening another present her father handed to her. Life was good at the Thropp household.

And during the night when Elphaba walked into the living room to stoke the fire in the fireplace, she found the little doll her sister had so carelessly thrown away.

Carefully she picked the doll up as if it was the most precious thing in the world: to her it was.

"I guess we are alike. You and I aren't accepted because we aren't beautiful."