This is set an indefinate amount of time after Unity. None of the oneshots will be conneced, by the way. They're all completely seperate senarios.
Peach sat down on her bed, holding her diary in one hand and a pen in the other. Christmas. How long had it been since she'd thought of it like that?
Do you remember me?
I sat upon your knee.
I wrote to you with childhood fantasies.
Opening her book, she set pen to paper and began to write. She laughed to herself. Nana had been so exited about writing a letter to Santa Claus. It was a child's fantasy, and yet it made Peach smile. My first letter to Santa in... how many years?
Well, I'm all grown-up now...
But still need help, somehow.
I'm not a child... but my heart still can dream.
Peach thought. If she could have anything, anything in the whole world, what would it be?
So here's my lifelong wish.
My grown up Christmas list.
Not for myself
but for a world in need...
She thought back to the beginning of their journeys. The pain and hopelessness they had all felt. It hurt so much to see the ones you love and your best friends hurting, and to hurt so much yourself that you couldn't do a thing. She never wanted that to happen to anyone, ever again.
No more lives torn apart.
That wars would never start.
And time would heal all hearts...
No one should have to hurt like Samus did, feeling alone and blaming herself for something she couldn't have changed. She'd tortured herself so much, and to keep it from happening ever again, she had pretended to be something she was not, locked herself away from love.
And everyone would have a friend.
And right would always win.
And love would never end...
Being lost was the worst thing in the world. And everyone had been lost. Marth had been lost with questions of the future. Mewtwo had been lost in silence. Samus had been lost in regret. Bowser had been lost in something he wasn't.
And she, Peach, had been lost too, hadn't she? Struggling against a tide of fate and time. A curse, hanging over her head for so long. No one else should have to deal with that.
This is my grown-up Christmas list.
Peach heard someone laughing, and footsteps raced past her door. They carried in their hands chocolate and sugary things.
"Come help!" Nana called. "We're making fudge!"
Peach laughed and picked up her diary. She carried it down the stairs in the Smash Mansion, moving towards the kitchen.
There was a sprig of mistletoe hung from the ceiling. Link and Zelda were looking up at it.
"That," Peach said helpfully, "is mistletoe. Anyone who steps under it has to kiss."
Link and Zelda smiled and obliged.
As children we believed
the grandest sight to see
was something lovely wrapped beneath a tree...
The kitchen was full of cakes and candies, in preparation for Christmas. Nana and Popo were cheerfully making a mess of a bowl of chocolate goo. Peach sat down in a chair at the table.
Samus laughed. "Let me help you with that," she said, walking over. Taking the bowl from Nana and the spoon from Popo, she began to mix small chocolate chips into the goo.
Well heaven only knows
that packages and bows
can never heal a hurting human soul.
Samus' expression became distant, a sad smile on her face. "The last time I made fudge..." In a moment, she was lost in memories.
As Samus stirred mindlessly, Ike slipped into the kitchen. He looked at the bowl of chocolate for a moment, then dipped a finger in and licked it.
"Hey!" Nana said, hitting him on the leg with a wooden spoon. "No eating the fudge until it's ready!"
Samus focused again. "What?"
"He's eating the fudge out of the bowl!" Nana shouted.
Samus laughed. "Ike, stay out of the fudge. Let us finish it first."
Ike laughed too. "Just trying to see if you were actually paying attention to your surroundings and not lost in the past."
Samus nodded and laughed. "Me? Never."
No more lives torn apart.
That wars would never start.
And time would heal all hearts...
Moving into another room, Peach saw Ness glaring at a string of popcorn.
"What's wrong?" Peach asked.
"I can get it up there," Ness pointed to the walkway on the second level, overlooking the room, "But I can't get it to stick to the railing."
Peach laughed. "I'll go up there. You levitate it up to me, and I'll wrap it around the rail. How's that?"
Ness smiled. "Okay," he said.
And everyone would have a friend.
And right would always win.
And love would never end...
She caught the string of popcorn. She looked down the walkway and spotted Falco. "Hey, can you get the other end?"
Falco looked over, smiled, and grabbed a hold. "What do I do with it?"
"Just wrap it around the rail here."
"Got it," Falco said.
This is my grown-up Christmas list.
Down in the main hallway, she saw Nana bounce into the room. She was still covered in chocolate dust, and she was towing Roy.
"C'mon!" she cried. "Light the fire!"
Roy closed his eyes and held out his hand.
What is this illusion called the innocence of youth?
A fireball lit the logs sitting in the fireplace. Nana pulled out a piece of paper, slightly saturated with chocolate. Her letter to Santa Claus. She folded it neatly in half, and threw it into the fireplace. A burst of smoke floated upwards, and she laughed.
Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth...
That night, everyone ate together. There was talking and laughing, stories and remembering. Peach smiled from her seat between Mario and Samus.
"Santa's gonna come tonight!" Nana called, laughing.
"And what's he going to bring you?" Roy asked.
Nana looked serous. "A new parka. And a big cookie that I can share with everyone, that says 'Merry Christmas' on it. And I asked for a special pen for Popo, a better toolbox for Samus, a new belt for Ike, a necklace for Zelda..." She went on to describe something she had requested for each person there.
No more lives torn apart.
That wars would never start.
And time would heal all hearts...
And everyone would have a friend.
And right would always win.
And love would never end...
This is my grown-up Christmas list.
Most everyone was asleep. Peach stood alone in the great hall, looking at the slowly dying flames. She looked down at the diary, at the heartfelt plea she had written for everything to be alright.
Peach tore the letter out of her diary. She wrote a last few lines on the bottom
This is my only lifelong wish...
This is my grown up Christmas list.
Love, Peach.
The letter sent a puff of smoke up the chimney.
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