The months pass quickly and uneventfully, and before I know it, it's almost Christmas time. This was evident by the chill I got every morning as I got up for school; caused by the rapidly dropping temperature. And one morning, about two weeks before Christmas, it started snowing. The outside world was turned into a winter wonderland, and I always love it. I love how the ground seems to sparkle under its white blanket. My spirit had been coming out more these past few months, mostly at night. I'd wake up only to find him sitting on the bed, staring at me. Pretty unnerving. But since it had started snowing, he hadn't come out at all. I suppose it's because he doesn't like the cold. Come to think of it, if he is from Egypt, he probably has never seen it.

I still haven't gotten any answers from him, only one word responses (more like grunts) occasionally. Anyway, I had gotten a small Christmas tree and was putting the lights on it one night when my spirit spoke again.

"What are you doing?" I no longer jumped. I had grown used to him popping up every now and then.

"I'm putting lights on the Christmas tree."

"The what?"

"The Christmas tree."

"Oh. Why do you do that?" I was surprised. Not about him not knowing about Christmas trees, but about him talking so much. He hadn't in all the time I'd known him.

"It's a tradition. You also decorate the tree with ornaments and put an angel on top. It's very pretty once it's finished."

"Oh. What is Christmas anyway?" I had tried to explain it to him, but I'm not sure he understood.

"That sounds silly. And a waste of time." And then he was silent again. I had just shrugged, and finished decorating the tree.

That was a week ago, and tonight is Christmas Eve. I had no one to buy a gift for my father wasn't home and wouldn't be for another few weeks. Of course, that also meant I had no one to receive a gift from, but I didn't mind. I still enjoyed the holiday. I had just settled in under a cozy blanket to watch 'A Christmas Story', my favorite Christmas movie. I love Christmas movies. They always make me feel so good and warm inside. Corny, I know. It was almost the end of the movie when I fell asleep. I hate when that happens. I didn't wake up until the next morning. Sunlight shining through the window hit my tired eyes and woke me from my slumber. It took me a second to realize my surroundings.

"Hmm… must have fallen asleep. Darn, I missed the end of the movie. And that's my favorite-…"

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted when I noticed a small box underneath the tree. I was shocked. Who could have left it? No one but my father and I have a key. I went upstairs, thinking my father may have surprised me and come home, but no luck. Disappointed, I trudged back down the steps. Back in the living room, curiosity took over. I went over and picked up the box, and looked at the tag. I couldn't believe what I saw.

To: Ryou

From: "your spirit", Bakura

What! How could he have… he's just a spirit- right? I was so shocked I didn't even notice he had finally given me his name. And it was strangely the same as mine. I opened the box to reveal a lovely pair of gloves and a scarf. I couldn't believe it. How? Why?

"Thank you… Bakura." I whispered.

A/N: Hi! I am not dead! Sorry this took so long. It really was written at Christmas, that's why I wrote it, but... yeah. Sorry! Hope I still have some loyal readers. There are two more chapters left, and one is already written. (So no more long wait-hopefully.) I couldn't help putting a little fluff in here. And how Bakura managed to get the gifts? Umm… the magic of Christmas? I don't know, make up whatever you want. Also, as a disclaimer, I do not own Yugioh, or 'A Christmas Story.' Please review and I hope you enjoyed!