December 10th

To whom it may concern,

I don't know why you think this is a good idea, but I demand that you make this whole Christmas thing go away. There is over two weeks until the day but things are mad enough, and will only escalate from here on in.

People say they write to Father Christmas, and they bring them presents. People paint you as a selfless, generous figure, but I am on to you. I have done my research, and I know you go by a number of aliases, and that you claim to give presents to every child in the living work in one night?

Forgive me, but your lies have clearly escalated to ridiculous proportions- no one could possibly move that quickly.

So whoever you are and whatever your plan is, I'm on to you, and I will spend Christmas day ready and waiting for you. If you have any pride, you will face me, and I will defeat you in the name of truth and justice.

Even if Hyorinmaru has started making it snow over our division.

And if part of your cunning plan is to animate the snowmen that my useless Lieutenant is letting everyone make all over the place, then I am one step ahead of you. I have already informed Lieutenant Kusajishi that they contain sweets, so they will all be gone by the morning.

Captain Hitsugaya.

Toushiro put his pen down and kneaded his head with his knuckles, trying to make his headache go away. His Lieutenant was acting even more ludicrously than was normal- if one more shinigami popped their head around the door with a festive hat on and asked him if wanted a slice of Christmas cake, he was going to have to impale them.

And if the Captain Commander had something to say about that, then he could come and try and do an entire divisions worth of paperwork to the background of the nine-day-strong Division Christmas party going on outside of his office. He hadn't slept in days, mainly because every time he did Hyorinmaru starting singing Christmas carols.

Toushiro still didn't know what had gotten into him.

A few hours later, Matsumoto popped in to offer her Captain a chocolate from one of the boxes that had just arrived, only to find Toushiro slumped over the desk, fast asleep. She flapped around him a moment, finding a blanket and clearing away the little pile of snow that had accumulated around his zanpakuto. Just as she was about to leave she saw his note sticking out from under a folder labelled 'Fourth Seat of the Tenth Division- Urgent', and slid it out.

Matsumoto couldn't help but laugh as she read it, but just as she was about to put it back on her Captain's desk, she couldn't help but notice something written on the back, in very small letters.

But if you are real, and if you can, could you make Momo better?