Risenfromash: It is hard for me to believe that it has been less than a year since I joined the fanfic community and harder still to realize that this means it is now time for me to come out of the closet as a total and complete Christmas geek. I listen to Christmas music constantly, I've been known to cry tears of joy when watching Frosty the Snowman return to live, and yes I know the names of all Santa's reindeer plus several featured in less canon stories than Clement Moore's original "Twas the Night Before Christmas." (Oh, God, I am such a dork!)

So, while this story was not my idea once the seed was planted there, it took root and wouldn't allow me to ignore it. I guess my fav characters want to have a little holiday fun, too and the Miracle that transpires isn't one I would have thought of in a million years had it not been for the characters seeming to push me in that direction, which is why you will find this story has a very different tone than many of my other stories. While it is still light-hearted and many of the caricatures are written similarly the relationships between them are drastically different and it does not feature many of the pairings I usually ship. Blasphemy, I know! That's why this story is NOT part of my big post Apollo Justice story arc, though it does take place the Christmas immediately following the end of Apollo Justice.

This is a parody of Miracle on 34th Street of which I am a huge fan. It is one of the only movies where I love both the original and the remake (if you haven't seen them both you should take the time to watch them both) and I've also read the book. Told you I'm a big ole Christmas dork!

Happy Holidays! I promise to do my best to finish this before the big guy "descends on us from above." Apologies, to those of you who haven't played AAI, but for those of you who get the joke you and I both know that is the BEST sequence of the game hands down!

Miracle at the Wright Anything Agency

Prologue- Magic in the Air

Legends of the magic of the Christmas season have existed for ages. One merely needs to enter a book store or turn on the television during the month of December to be bombarded with stories such as a lion and a lamb sleeping peacefully together or a miser being transformed overnight into the most philanthropic man in town and while Phoenix Wright enjoyed these tales of Yuletide wonder he had never personally witnessed any of this supposed magic himself. In fact, he believed that the important messages that the celebration of Christmas intended to convey to the faithless and battered masses had long since been smothered to death in a sea of commercialism.

He found that most people used the season as an excuse to drink too much, spend money they didn't possess, and commit various desperate acts. All of which made Phoenix, a man who had fought with his share of personal demons, just shake his head in frustration.

Sure, he might seem like a hapless hobo, but he had figured out what was important. You have to appreciate what you are lucky enough to have and for him that was having the company of friends and family. Phoenix had people he would literally trust with his life despite the many betrayals and losses he had experienced over the years and he felt that was what was important.

A little 'God-damned faith' was what he liked to call it, but he was pretty sure that most of his neighbors hadn't learned this valuable life lesson. Still, he wasn't prepared to write off the whole "magic of the season" mumbo-jumbo as total and complete nonsense. If anything was going to break through people's shells and transform them into the kind of caring people the world needed more of, the kind who didn't commit heinous acts of violence out of jealousy or greed, it would be Christmas, he was sure of that.

Phoenix had seen more than his share of unexplained phenomena and over the years he had grown to sense when something mystical was afoot and that night, just a few days before Christmas, as he stood across from the Wright Anything Agency he felt something in the air. It was almost like a kind of static electricity. Most people would have discounted it as having something to do with the falling snow, but as he watched the flakes gracefully glide down from the clouds and come to rest on the concrete stoop outside of his home and office he was convinced that something special was about to happen.

And that meant that it was time for him to be leaving for a secret mission. As he turned away a smile danced upon his lips. He delighted in knowing that whatever miraculous events were about to unfold at his office they would be the problem of his young apprentice, Apollo Justice, and not his.

For while he was willing to do anything to help Trucy and Apollo, even lay down his life for them if necessary, he preferred to stand on the sidelines and watch them bumble through their adventures. It was much more amusing that way and rarely if ever did they actually need his help.