Stimulus: Letters To Santa Claus.
POV: Alice
Dedication: Patrick, my giver and reciever of mindless trivia ;)
I could practically hear the Bond theme tune rolling in the background as I stole across the roof of our new house in Denali. I crept silently to the chimney, avoiding all the tiles and beams that I had foreseen would give me any trouble, though I needn't have bothered- Edward was out hunting with the boys. About bloody time, too! He'd been putting it off for weeks, just moping around…
Focus, Alice!
Um, yeah…
Ah ha! There it was, stuck to the top of the pot as I'd seen it would be. I peeled it away, carefully… gently does it…
Isn't that an old kind of soap?
SHUT UP, ALICE!
Oops.
It had been my idea to write the letters to Santa- an idea which had been backed by and eager Emmett (of course), a confused Jazz (he'd do anything for me, and vice versa) and outright shunned by an irritated Rose. It was just a ploy, of course, to find out what they wanted for Christmas, but still…
Edward had been harder to persuade than Emmett and Jazz- but he'd given in, in the end.
No one can resist me! Mwahahahaaa!
And now I here I was, trying to find out what they wanted for Christmas. I could have seen it, but this was so much more fun…
Right: Emmett wants a skateboard. Oh, dear…
Jazz: Jazz was easy. He wanted… Ooh…
Ahem…
Edward was next. I gave his envelope more care than nessacery gentleness as I opened it: even as if his letter was so much more fragile than the others…
I took out the letter, unfolded it, and with a small "oh!" of surprise and sadness I promptly fell off the roof.
Bella, it read. All I want is Bella.