A.N. Final part. Sorry if it's not funny. Next Christmas (or before if the need strikes me to write something festive out of season) I might write the prequel to this, explaining a few reactions full stop... Like the last little bit. I'm amazed if anyone is STILL reading at this point. I hope somebody enjoys this. Mention on my page if you can match up who got who what. Some is guessing, some not so.

Give Christmas morning. The entire Oragnisation sat around the Christmas tree, gazing at the brightly coloured gifts under it. During the night, a Dusk dressed as Santa had collected all of the gifts, leaving them under the above mentioned tree. Another dusk had decorated the tree, and something was in the kitchens, cooking dinner.
Demyx had a Santa hat on, and was happily handing out presents. Zexion's head was in his hands, and the rest of the upper six didn't look too comfortable either.
"Cheer up! It's Christmas!"Demyx bounded over, passing Xemnas his gift. He then ran back, and ran forward with Xigbar's. He continued like this, one at a time, until all of the presents had been passed out.
"Now, we watch each other open them. We'll go around the circle."he looked around, and shrugged, "Saix, you go first, and we'll work up."
The ex-apprentices seemed relieved by this - they would be last. Zexion even looked up slightly.

Saix carefully opened his wrapper, revealing an electronic organisor. Immediatly, he grabbed the stylus and, grinning, typed in everyone's missions. For the next three months. He looked a Demyx, "Is anybody else going to open their's?"

Axel ripped off his wrapper, to reveal a log book, with the words 'mission notes' written on it. He pulled a face, before flipping it in the air. Immediatly, it ignited. Axel then made a smug smile, and leant against the window.
"You freaking-"began Larxene, before she started choking fire.
"ENOUGH!"the Superior shouted, before retunring to his seat, "Next?"

"Ooh! Me!" Demyx grinned happily, as he ripped off the paper, throwing at Axel, who burnt it. He reached for the CD which fell onto the floor, and pulled back his hand.
He screamed, as bolts of electricity leapt for his hand.
Larxene was laughing, until she noted everyone's expressions, "Ok, ok, it's Christmas. I'll stop."
The bolts faltered, and fell downwards. Warily, Demyx picked up the CD. He was suprised to find that it was a real CD, with real music, that actually played.

Luxord beant down, and carefully pealed the celotape from his wrapper. Inside were some tacky poker chips, decorated with Christmas scenes, and a set of matching cards. The gambler gave a small chuckle, and leant backwards.
"Seems like your lucky day," he commented, "We shall no longer play poker with cash."

Marlexia had already begun to open his gift. Inside, a book entitled 'How to make the most of your garden' lay over a small, tupperware box.
The assasin carefully removed the sticky note from the box. The handwriting was very small and spindley, written in aqua ink. Marlexia squinted "100% Ammonium nitrate..." his eyes lit up, "fertiliser! Well thankyou Santa, darling."
Zexion winced noticably

Larxene's was also open, and she was sniffing at what seemed to be perfume, "Shocks of summer?"she questioned, "Well, I suppose it's the best you loosers could do."
None of the Nobodies took offence. Not that it was possible to, of course.

"Roxy, you're next."
"What do I do?"
"Open it, kiddo,"Xigbar replied.
"OH!"Roxas grinned, and ripped off the paper, "Do you want to burn the rubbish?"
"I'm a pyromaniac, got it memorized?"
"I'll take that as a yes."
Roxas carefully opened the box, to reveal a small semi-sphere, made of clear glass, and dusted white.
"Shake it, shake it, shake it!"shouted Demyx.
Carefully, Roxas did so. He gasped in wonder as it seemed to snow around him and Axel, eating ice-cream in their usual spot.
"It's beautiful..."he murmered, enchanted by it for the rest of the day.
Demyx grinned openly as he called for the next opener - Xemnas.

Xemnas barely moved as he opened his gift - a box set of all six Star Wars DVDs. He looked up, "Explain."
But of course, being a secret santa, nobody did.
Xemnas did a quick glare around, before returning to his place on the sofa.

Xigbar groaned inwardly as he opned his. Inside a little box was two bottles - shampoo and conditioner. He raised an eyebrow, as the lower members burst out laughing. He smiled slightly, "I think I'll leave these here."
Marlexia looked mortified.

Xaldin looked down at his gift - incredibly large, and certainly not shampoo. He pulled off the paper, to reveal a brand new set of golf clubs.
"How...?"he turned to Xigbar, "You owe me a game."
Xigbar looked at him, "Well, I need clubs still."
Demyx decided to cut it short; he didn't like the look in Xigbar's eyes, and he had a new CD to play. Demyx called "Vexen!"

Vexen slipped the celeotape on the bag with a nail, and opened it. From it, he puller (unwrapped) some test tubes. He then noted something else at the bottom of the bag. He reached in, and pulled out a silver hair clip, decorated with pale blue beads. Not a small clip, mind you. The sort that is designed to pull back all of a peson's hair.
"Not funny,"he muttered under his breath, "Do you know how..."
"Oh, cut it out," Larxene snapped, "NOBODY wants to hear YOU on Christmas day, old man!"
Demyx tried to smile again, "Lexeaus?"

The Hero looked distastefully at the gift, but opened it anyway. Immediatly after opening it, he ripped off the packaging, and started trying to solve it. His gift had been a Rubix 3D - a sphere with multiple coloured balls to get into their holes. The others watched him for a moment, before turning to Zexion.
"Er... Lexeaus?"Demyx walked over and elbowed him. Giving up, he looked across at the terrified Zexion. "You're last."

Zexion looked at the things before him - there were three parcles, all neatly tied with silver ribbon. Shaking, he reached for the first. A book. Not exactly creative, but not nasty, either. The second and third were taped together. A note on them read - 'you may wish to open these in private'. Hoping against hope that it wasn't a nasty trick, he decided that to open it in public may caus offence. And that wasn't prefrable either. If he sat just inside the door, they'd be able to hear him scream.
Slipping outside with the gifts, he offered no excuse. Lexeaus noticed, and moved to block the door from prying eyes.
The Schemer, curious, removed the celotape from both parcels, folding the paper neatly. In the first, a bar of, still frozen, Sea Salt ice-cream.
"Vexen,"he murmered under his breath. Only one person could keep a frozen product frozen for so long.
Looking down on the last, he froze, blinked, and stared, "Sydney?"

"But we want to see..."Demyx whined.
Lexeaus started at him, fingers still flicking with the sphere. Behind him, he felt a light push on the door. The Hero moved to let Zexion back in.
Everyone stared. Zexion stood in the doorway, sucking a bar of ice-cream. Not exactly normal behaviour from the Schemer, but not what they were starting at. That was at what he was carrying.
Held to his chest by his free arm, the Schemer held a teddy bear. Pale brown fur covered most of its face and paws, but was wearing thin in places. The bear wore a striped babygrow, with a pink/white coller, and an orange bowtie, with white spots. It was not the sort of bear with hindged joints, or arms and legs that came forward. Rather, its arms remained at right angles to the body, and legs pointed straight down. The eyes of the bear had little white chips on them, as though he had been in a washing machine and bashed around. His nose had once been dark brown, but re-sewn with navy thread. The mouth, made of three lines (one down from the nose, one diagonal in each direction from the base of that) was still the origional brown thread. As Zexion moved, the bear rattled slightly, but the noise was muffled by his hand.
"What the-?"
Zexion's visable eye narrowed into a glare, daring anyone to comment. He removed the ice-cream from his mouth, and smirked at them, "Everybody, this is Sydney, and dinner is served." He walked out, perfectly calmly. The others waited for a moment, still in their trance, before most ran for dinner. Vexen and Lexeaus remained in the room. Lexeaus looked at his counterpart.
"I found him in an antiques shop. Most definatly the same bear. The owner said he had found it in the rubble of the castle."
Lexeaus nodded.
"Dinner?"
Another nod, and silence that Christmas day.