I do not own Gravity Falls.

I write several prompts ahead of time, to try and maintain the one-a-day schedule, and I've reached Q, which is sort of giving me a hard time. So if you have any Q prompts, I'm happy to hear suggestions.

Prompt: List

Everything I Ever Wanted

On the refrigerator in the kitchen, there were four sheets of lined paper attached to the surface of the door with festive magnets. They were Christmas lists, each of theme varying in length, with Stan (unsurprisingly) having the most wants scribbled in his handwriting. Mabel's list was written in red and green marker, candy cane and gingerbread stickers decorating the border. Dipper's list was organized by categories and written in red ink. Ford's list was written in black ink, in alphabetical order. Stan's list was written in purple pencil crayon (it happened to be the closest writing utensil near when he decided to create a Christmas list) and everything was written on a slight slant in no particular order.

These were the lists Ford studied, trying to see what gifts still needed to be bought and what had been taken care of. Most of Mabel and Dipper's presents were purchased and hidden away in his closet, though he knew he didn't have to worry about prying eyes. The only person he really had to shop for was Stan.

Staring at his brother's list, Ford rolled his eyes to the ceiling in exasperation. Removing the piece of paper from the fridge, he made his way into the gift shop, where every available surface was covered in garland and lights. Wendy sat at the register, flipping through a magazine, an elf hat perched atop Dipper's pine tree cap.

"Do you know where Stanley is?" Ford asked.

The redheaded teen looked in the direction of the stock room and hollered, "Yo, Mr. Pines!" A minute later Stan appeared, carrying with him an armful of snow-globes. Wendy pointed at Ford and said, "Your brother wants you."

Sending her a withering look, Stan said flatly, "I can see that. What's up, Poindexter?"

"We need to talk about your Christmas list. As in, I need something affordable and realistic options."

"How about coal?" asked Wendy innocently. "Cheap and deserving."

"No comments from the peanut gallery," said Stan sharply. He adjusted the load of merchandise in his arms so he could use one hand to snatch away her magazine. "Make yourself useful for once and restock the place."

Wendy pulled a face, but hastily arranged her features into a more accepting expression at his glare of warning. She took the snow-globes from him and went to complete her task. Stan smoothed out his tuxedo and leaned against the cashier counter, eyeing his twin.

"What's wrong with my Christmas list?"

"You put 'diamond chain' and 'seventy-inch high-definition television' as the first two items."

"I'm just giving you a wide range of options to choose from."

"I think you missed when I said affordable and realistic."

"I put lottery tickets and cash on there too."

"Don't you want anything practical?"

"You mean socks and underwear?" asked Stan with a snort. "No thanks."

Ford let out a huff of frustrated air. "I'd like to get you something meaningful for Christmas rather than cold, hard, impersonal cash. Ideas would be nice, considering you've always been picky with gifts you receive."

"Meaningful, huh? Let's see, I've got my twin brother back after decades and a terrific niece and nephew, finally having a family once again. For most of the year I get to sail the world with you and return to our home for the summer and winter holidays, where Dipper and Mabel are always waiting for us. Kinda hard to get anything more meaningful than that."

His tone was matter-of-fact, but his eyes glinted with the degree of emotion of just how much getting his family back meant to him. Ford couldn't find a proper rebuttal from this rather insightful answer from the usually materialistic Stan.

"…you're not getting a diamond chain."

White teeth flashed as Stan grinned. "You're not saying anything about the television."