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Author:  Dragonia27
FF7 Characters: Most of them.  Turks (and Rufus), Cloud's gang, SOLIDERs and Reeve
Title:  All I Want For Christmas
Summary:  Santa decides to write to everyone asking them what they want for Christmas.  This is their responses.
Status:  One-shot, Complete
Rating/Warning: T+, Reno's mouth creates foul language
Disclaimer:  The usual.  I don't own them.  Square Enix does and I am very grateful to them for the lovely characters they have shared with the world.  The idea is mine.  For entertainment only, not profit.

Tseng sighed as he sat down at his desk.  He took a sip of steaming tea to ward of the chills from being outside.  Laying neatly on the center of his desk was a note written in a lovely flowing script:  Tseng, I know you have been working very hard.  I wanted you to know that I've been paying attention and think that, this year, I would like to give you something.  Yes, I know you're a grown man now but I still would like to.  Please write down two things you want most, one material and one not. Please use this paper, the pen doesn't matter.  I've included an envelope as well.   Thank you and Merry Christmas! ~Santa
He blinked.  Santa?  As in Santa Claus?  He sighed.  It was probably Reno or Rufus up to some new trick.  Still, better to err on the side of caution if it could be Rufus.  He picked up a pen and tapped his chin with it.  Only two things…that would be tough but he could manage it.
So he wrote:  Dear Santa, This year I would like a magical cup that will keep my drink warm, for several days on end if need be.  I would also appreciate a few days where I could leave town, leaving Reno in charge during which time he will be promptly on time.  I would like to not have to worry about the Sir during this time.  Thank you.  He signed it for good measure, waited for the ink to dry, then folded the paper and put it in the matching envelope.  He set it aside, intending to mail it when he went out to see Rufus.  However, when he reached for it half an hour later, it was gone.
Reno groaned as he rolled over.  Unfortunately for him, he rolled off the edge of the bed and onto the floor in a tangle of sheets and mess of red hair.  "Damn," he muttered as he untangled himself.  That sentiment quickly changed to "Fuck!" when he saw the time.  He was an hour late.
He rushed to the bathroom and took a quick shower, taking care to use conditioner on his unruly hair.  As he was getting dressed and heading out the door, he noticed an envelope on the floor.  Curious, he bent over and picked it up.  It had his name on it, written on old parchment type paper with a candy cane colored border.  "Festive," he said as he left his apartment.  He locked the door firmly and opened the letter.
It read, Reno.  Oh Reno, you've been quite the busy boy, haven't you?  The things you do always bring a smile to my face.  I wanted to give you something for Christmas this year as a way to say thank you.  Please write down one material thing and one non-material thing.  Use this paper and put it back in the envelope when you're done.  Thank you for all the laughs.  Merry Christmas! ~Santa.
Pulling a pen out of his pocket, Reno chuckled.  "Not a problem," he said as he scrawled out:  Hey, St.Nick!  Long time no see…Guess that's my fault, being "naughty" and all that.  He smiled and snickered as he wrote.  Let's see.  Material—An extra 25,000 gil wouldn't hurt.  Hell, if it was Rufus it didn't hurt to ask.  If it was anyone else, they'd appreciate the laugh.  As for non-material (And the one I really, really want—pretty please with sugar on top) would be Cloud (alive and willing). Thanks a ton and say hello to the missus for me! ~Reno
He folded the letter and put it back in the envelope, placing it in his pocket to mail it when he arrived at the office.  But when he got there, all he found was an empty pocket.
Rude pulled into the office garage and got out of the company car.  He opened the door for Rufus who nodded his thanks as he stepped out.  Rude shut the door firmly and then began to head inside.  Something caught his eye and he turned to look at the car again.  There, under the wiper blade, was an envelope with his name on it.  Raising an eyebrow he picked it up, noticing the old parchment and the slight tingle of magic when he touched it.
Inside the letter read: Rude, thank you for everything you have done this year.  I know it wasn't easy.  Please use this paper and envelope to write down two things you would really like for Christmas, one material and one not.  Thank you again and Merry Christmas.  ~Santa Claus
Santa Claus.  Well, he'd seen stranger things.  He picked a pen out of his pocket and quickly jotted down:  Mr. Claus,  Thank you for your consideration.  I would appreciate an indestructible pair of sunglasses or gloves.  I use them a lot in my job and it would be one less worry.  As for as non-material I would like the ability to spend some time with Cissnei again.  It doesn't have to be romantic.  Thank you for your time, Sir.  Sincerely, ~Rude.

He folded the paper, carefully set it in the envelope and put the envelope exactly where he had found it.  Then he went inside without looking back.  It disappeared a short time later.
Elena stretched up to the ceiling and down to the floor.  She had been enjoying the holiday season, even if it was a little bittersweet.  She hadn't talked to her sister in quite a while.  For reasons Elena couldn't fathom, her sister simply kept refusing to come back to work as a Turk.  Because of that, she and Elena butted heads a lot.  She sighed and reached for the ceiling again.  Something hit her on the head and she let out a squawk.  "What the…?" she rubbed the new sore spot as she located the item responsible.
She opened the envelope and pulled out the letter.  Elena, my dear Elena.  You have been trying so hard this year.  I wanted you to know that it hasn't gone unnoticed.  Please, dear, write down one material thing and non-material thing you would like on this paper and replace it in the envelope.  Thank you and know that you are loved.  Merry Christmas! ~Santa
She blinked a few times in rapid succession.  "Santa?" she asked in a whisper.  Glancing around to make sure that no one was around she let out a childish shriek of joy and ran to get a pen.  Dearest Santa, I knew that you were real!  This is very exciting for me.  Alright, I would like to have some time with my sister, more than anything, where we don't fight.  Also, may I please have skydiving lessons?  Pretty please?  I know it sounds crazy but I won't know if I like it if I don't try it.  Thank you so much!!!!!! <3 Elena
She replaced the envelope and, with no other idea, went back into the room she was given the letter.  She tossed it up in the air and giggled for the next twenty minutes after it disappeared.
Rufus sighed as he went into his office.  Rude had brought him in for the day and he honestly didn't know what Rude had to do now.  As he sat down in his chair, his brow furrowed as he felt something poke him in the back.  He pulled a slightly rumpled envelope out and opened it without a second thought.  If it was in his office, it was safe already.
He nearly dropped the letter when he saw Rufus, I have to say that I am quite impressed with your efforts as of late.  I am very pleased that you have decided to be different than your father.  In light of that, I would like to offer to give you something, two somethings, actually.  One material and one not.  Write them on this paper and replace it in its envelope.  Merry Christmas!  ~Santa
"Alright," Rufus said to no one in particular.  After all, he changed so why couldn't Santa exist.  More than likely, it was one of his workers or the Turks trying to brighten his holiday spirit.  Better keep it simple, Rufus decided.  Mr. Claus, I would like a suit that never got dirty or worn out, white, if you please.  Also, I would like a night with my friends (please don't tell them I said that) where they don't have to worry about me.  ~Rufus He left it at that.  Asking for any time with the dead wasn't a good idea.  Especially on this Planet where things tended to come true.  Rufus smiled at the small picture of his mother that he kept on his desk.  Then he sealed the envelope and placed it in his out-box.  The box was suspiciously empty when he put something else in it later.
Cloud gazed out the window wondering for the hundredth time if it was really worth going out in the cold to get that extra nice coffee from the shop down the street.  Yes, he wanted it so bad he could taste it.  And he had the money for it.  But damn it was cold out there.  And he was warm in here.  After another fifteen minutes, the lure of the coffee was too strong and he pulled on his coat and boots, ready to go out for the day.
He went to warm up Fenrir when he glimpsed something sticking out of his toolbox.  There shouldn't be anything sticking out of anything in here.  "That's weird," he said to himself.  He pulled it out and nearly dropped it from the magic rippling off it.  Cloud shook his head to clear it.  "Damn," he muttered as he pulled out the paper.  Cloud, I know you've been through Hell in more ways than one.  I wish I could make it better but, in lieu of that, I would like to offer you two gifts for Christmas.  One material and one not, no strings attached.  Please bear in mind that there are even limits to my power and the realms of the living and dead simply should not be crossed.  I hope you understand.  Write them on this paper and replace it in the envelope.  Merry Christmas. ~Santa
Cloud sank down onto Fenrir's seat and sighed.  "I don't know what I want for Christmas."  He glanced at the letter again, a smile beginning to form, "Though if it can be anything…" he picked up a pen and wrote his list.  Dear Santa, this year I would like a lover for Christmas.  Someone who will really look after me and care for me in the ways that I need, someone who is okay with me as I am.  I would also like one of those new light systems that go under a car for Fenrir.  Please don't laugh and believe me when I say it's big enough.  ~Cloud
He put the letter back in the envelope and went out for his coffee, curious about who would set up something like that for him.  He didn't see or feel when the letter disappeared in a magical soft blur.
Tifa looked around her Seventh Heaven and sighed.  So far things were so close to perfect that she was near to bursting.  It was Christmas, the windows were painted for the season, the kids were happy, the tree was decorated and the food was delicious.  Smiling, she carried some dirty dishes into the back and paused when she found a letter with her name on it in the middle of the stack.  Somehow, the thing had managed to stay perfectly clean despite all the sauces on the plate it sat on.
"What's this?" she asked as she opened it.  Wonderful Tifa, you have been very good this year, and so many others, that I want to give you two gifts for Christmas.  (I've even got the go-ahead and the help from the missus.) Anyway, I want to give you one material thing and one non-material thing.  Write them down on this paper and tuck in back in the envelope.  Feel free to ask for anything you want, Tifa.  And yes, I mean you for you.  Not you for someone else.  I'm getting their lists too so don't worry about that.  Merry Christmas!  ~Santa She looked up from the letter with a smile, hardly daring to hope that it might work out in her favor.
Quickly taking a pen she jotted down Santa, Thank you!  May I please have my piano from my childhood and a lasting relationship with someone who will love me and treat me like the queen of their castle.  Thank you so much!  ~Tifa  After tucking the paper in the envelope she sat back and thought about what she wrote.  Chuckling she muttered, "I can be so sappy sometimes."  But it was Christmas and the perfect time of the year to be sappy.  She reached for the letter to put it in the mailbox but couldn't find it after that.
Barret stretched as he stopped working for the day.  His whole body was stiff and sore.  What he wanted more than anything was a chance to hold his daughter on Christmas but if the damned equipment didn't stop malfunctioning, that wasn't going to happen.  Suddenly angry he kicked a bucket and sent it sailing away.  A letter fluttered to the ground and he picked it up.
Barret, you are one of the hardest working men I know.  You have done so much for yourself and others that I would like to give you two Christmas presents.  I can't bring back the dead or anything like that but pretty much anything other than that is up for grabs.  Write them down on this paper, one material thing and one not.  I will do my best to grant them for you.  ~Jolly ol' St. Nick
Barret looked out over his fields and sighed.  At this point, he was nearly desperate enough to ask Rufus for help.  Nearly but not quite.  Well, anything was better than turning to ShinRa.  He pulled a grungy pen out of his pocket and wrote them down, not even bothering with formalities.  Material—All my fucking equipment to work at top rate so I can spend time with my family and then give other people jobs too.  Not—a marriage to a good woman who'll be a good Momma to Marlene.  As soon as he was finished the letter disappeared on the breeze.
Vincent lay on his bed, listening to the mutterings of his demons, wishing for the millionth time that they would be quiet.  No, he didn't want to play, wreak havoc, cut things to pieces or play with Lightning materia.  Not really.  He moved his hand and knocked something off the bed.  Rolling over to look at it he furrowed his brow when he saw the letter.
His gauntlet made a wonderful letter opener, he learned.  Holding the paper that was older than he was, he read Vincent Valentine, what am I going to do with you?  I want you to be happy this year, this Christmas and yes, young man, you deserve it.  The wife and I are in agreement on this and we won't take no for an answer.  Write down the two things you want the most, one material and one not, on this paper and tuck it back in the envelope.  The sooner the better, if you please.  Merry Christmas, Saint Nicholas
Vincent blinked several times before shrugging and getting a pen.  It was probably one of Yuffie or Reeve's tricks.  He wouldn't put it past either of them.  So he wrote I want twenty-four hours of silence from my demons and a gun-of-the-month magazine subscription wouldn't be bad either.  I'm a little behind on modern firearms.  He didn't sign it.  If it really was Saint Nicholas, he would know who Vincent was.  He put the letter back in the envelope and shut it.  The thing disappeared from his hands as soon as it was shut, leaving Vincent to stare at his hands for several hours wondering what the hell had just happened.
Cid stretched his legs out and smiled around his freshly lit cigarette.  Yes, sir, this was the life.  Someone to make him tea, his breakfast ready, his airships in top shape.  There wasn't anything he really thought could make it better.
Shera brought him his tea and he noticed a letter tucked in under the saucer of his teacup.  "Shera, what the hell is this with my tea?" he demanded as he opened it.  It smelled like evergreen trees, fresh cookies, hot chocolate and a nice popping fire.  He nodded approvingly.  Cid, you're one hell of a pilot.  Now I've spent years asking myself what the hell a guy like me can do for a guy like you and the answer is, I just don't know.  You know what you want and you go for it, which makes my job a little difficult.  Still, write down two things, one material and one not, and stuff it back in the envelope.  Thanks a ton.  (In doing so, you'll stop the missus' questions—which would be much appreciated.)  Merry Christmas! ~St. Nick aka Santa Claus
Cid guffawed as he read the letter.  He waved Shera off with a "None o' your business," he glanced around,  "Get me a pen," he glanced down at the letter in his hand, "please."  Shera brought him the pen, a curious look on her face.  "Thank you," Cid told her as he took it, more gently than usual.  St. Nick, Sorry 'bout being a stubborn git.  I just don't have patience for much.  Anyway, I would love to see the Space Program up and running again.  Other than that, some really nice smokes in a container that can't get lost, damaged or empty would be great.  Give the missus a smooch for me, Cid
He nodded to himself and followed the rest of the instructions.  Then he set about to his breakfast with zeal.  His letter disappeared along with his breakfast.
Yuffie bounced on the balls of her feet.  She knew that Christmas was coming but her father was putting his foot down this year.  This year, she wasn't allowed to write a letter to Santa.  She pouted as she stood outside the temple.  Finally giving into it, she kicked a stone and muttered, "It's not fair!  Why now?  I like writing to Santa," she quieted when some people walked past, greeting her softly.  She smiled and waved  to them.
One walked up to her, holding out a letter.  "For you," he said.  Something about the man made her very happy, though she couldn't put her finger on it.  Maybe it was the twinkle in his eye.  She opened the letter and gasped.  Sweet Yuffie, Since I have not received your letter this year, I am writing to you.  I was wondering what you would like for Christmas this year.  One material thing and one not, Sweet Child.  Write them down on the paper, put it in the envelope and I'll get it.  I promise.  ~Santa  P.S. Don't worry about your Father.  He's just trying to be the best he can be and he loves you dearly.
She smiled widely and took the offered pen from the man.  "Thank you!"  She used his back for a writing desk.  Dear Santa, I know it's a lot to ask but I really want to go on a date with Vincent.  The only problem is, I think he's gay.  So if you could make him bi-sexual that would be great.  (Or, if that's a no-no then I would really like the chance to meet you and see your workshop.) I would also really like some materia all my own.  The stronger the better.  Thanks a ton! ~Yuffie She handed the sealed envelope back to the man and greeted some other people on their way to the temple.  When she looked back, the man was gone.
Nanaki yawned and stretched, relishing the warmth of the fire during the chilly morning.  He shook his head to clear away the morning fog when he spotted a scroll laying on the far side of the rug.  He placed a paw on the closest corner to hold it in place and used the other paw to unroll it.  There was an old flowing script which he had trouble reading at first.  But with a fair bit of effort, he pushed past the tiny dips and weaves and was able to identify the letters.  Human writing always confused him.  The print was all right but the flowing script that some people had looked too much like insects buzzing around on the water.
He nodded.  Nanaki, I wish to give you two gifts for Christmas.  One material thing and one not.  Write them down on this paper.  Your paw prints are fine.  I can read them.  Merry Christmas!  ~Santa  Nanaki sighed.  Humans were always so strange with their wanting to celebrate the holidays.  It was probably his Grandfather trying to make him feel more welcome.
Better to amuse Grandfather than not, Nanaki decided and put his paw into some soot from the fire.  He put his paw down with a definite "whomp".  Santa, I would like for Cid to not use my tail as a lighter when I am around him.  Also, a bone that I would not have to share would be good.  Thank you and Merry Christmas to you as well.  Sincerely, Nanaki  "There," he breathed, "that should be good enough."  He let go of the far end, planning to take the scroll up to Grandfather when he was done.  Instead the scroll snapped shut and bounced up off the floor.  Then it disappeared into thin air with the faint smell of evergreens and snow lingering in the air.  Nanaki fainted.
(Pre-Nibelheim)Sephiroth sighed as the snow fell down.  The tiny flakes created little spikes of chills as he walked along, the snow crunching softly under his feet.  For the third time today he pulled the letter out of his pocket and stared at it.  The snow didn't seem to damage the parchment, quite the reverse, actually.  His eyes ran over the words again, Sephiroth,  I know that you have a lot on your mind and that you have endured more than any man should.  I find it comforting that you have your friends during this time of the year.  Still, being who I am, I want to make sure that you have a wonderful Christmas that you can smile about.  Write down the two things you would like for Christmas, one material and one not.  I will do my best to see that you get them.  Merry Christmas! ~Saint Nicholas
He sighed.  He didn't know what to write.  In all reality, it was probably another experiment from Hojo.  Or some sort of "company thing" from Lazard.  The writing was too neat to be the Puppy's and too flowing to be Angeal's.  Genesis would have written several more pages and there would have been Loveless quotes thrown in for good measure.  "What do I want?" he asked the night, putting the letter back in his pocket.  A few more snowflakes hit him and he heard some children laughing with their parents.  He stopped and watched them for a few minutes and then walked on.  "I want a family, like Angeal has," he whispered to himself.  Better that no one find that out.  Still, writing it down on this letter wouldn't be so bad.  He did and he tucked the letter back in his pocket.  He still didn't know what else to ask for.
(Post-Nibelheim) Sephiroth shivered in the wind.  He was standing on the edge of the Northern Crater and he needed to get warm.  But there wasn't anything up here to burn.  Something felt different in his uniform and he looked in the pocket, finding an old letter stuffed there.  As he made his way inside the crater, the other creatures lurking there shifted out of his way, except for one.  That one made a good meal.  Using what Fire magic he had left, Sephiroth started a fire.  The only thing he had to burn was that letter.  The events of the past flashed before him, confirmed by his own writing.  Several things also mocked him, the loss of his friends and the finding out about his own past.  No one would love a monster, no one other than his own mother.  Still he had to keep warm.  He tossed the letter on the struggling fire.  It kept him warm for days.
Genesis smiled as he reached for his book.  Nothing was better than curling up with a steaming cup of eggnog, his book and a nice hot fire.  Sure, the other company was pleasant enough but sometimes snuggling down with a book was still lovely.  His brow furrowed when he noticed his book had a bookmark.  Normally, he didn't use them but he must have stuck something in there that he didn't want to forget.
He blinked in surprise when he saw the script wasn't his at all.  Granted it was beautiful but he felt it lacked bit of showmanship.  Genesis, you have become quite the young man.  I am very proud to see you wear red so well.  It suits us both, I think.  In any case, I'm offering you two presents, personally.  Choose one material and one non-material thing, write them down on this paper and put it back in your book.  I'll get the message and your book will not be damaged in any way.  Merry Christmas to a wonderful man in Red! ~Santa Claus
Santa Claus, the original man in Red.  Genesis smiled to himself.  Well, he couldn't turn down a request from Santa Claus, now could he?  He pulled pen out and used his book as a clipboard.  It would be alright this once.  Dearest Santa Claus, my warmest regards to you and yours this season.  Thank you for thinking of me.  I know that I can sometimes get lost in the wild turnings of this world and with so many people to look after, it must be more so for you.  I would dearly love a pair of boots that would go with anything and not get damaged.  They need to be indestructible.  Also, having Loveless be complete would be more than anything I could hope for.  Would that be material or not?  In any case, a chance to sit by the fire, read a book and know, for certain, that things are going to be calm enough that a war isn't going to start or that I won't be called into work would be wonderful.  Thanks ever so much!  ~Genesis Rhapsodos  He smiled as he replaced the letter and the book in his pocket.  Later, when he pulled out his book again, the letter was gone.
Angeal chuckled as he watched Sephiroth and Genesis leave.  "Like two peas in a pod," he whispered.  Both men walked quickly away from the main building but then slowed considerably when they were away from it.  He shook his head.  He turned around and saw something tied to his sword with a bow.  "What the…?"
He went over to it and opened the letter, smiling at what he read.  Angeal, You are my hero.  You have more patience than I could dream of.  Because of that, I would love to give you two gifts, one material and one not.  Write them down on the paper, replace it in the envelope and I'll take care of the rest.  Merry Christmas and give your Mom a hug for me.  ~Santa Claus Angeal chuckled, shaking his head.  "The things some people do."  But he didn't want to ruin anyone's holiday surprise.  Besides, it was worth the effort.
He picked up a pen and sat down to write.  Dear Mr. Claus, Thank you for the compliment.  You are the true master of generosity.  I am humbled to be considered by you for this.  I would like a nice dinner—roast with carrots and celery, mashed potatoes with steaming gravy and a salad on the side.  For dessert, I would love a homemade dumbapple pie.  I would like this on a night where Genesis and Sephiroth are not fighting over anything for once and we are all sitting around a fire.  Thank you. ~Angeal He smiled at it.  It wasn't too much for anyone to ask for, he thought.  Also, if it was any of the people he knew, it was within the realm of possibility of happening.  He put the letter away and picked up his sword, securing it to his back.  On the way to the post office, he felt the tingle of magic and checked his sword.  The letter was gone.
(Pre-Nibelheim)Zack paced his room.  He wasn't sure what to do today.  Most of the people were going home and he couldn't blame them.  Home was a nice place to be.  However, he didn't want to go back just yet.  He'd broken up with his girlfriend and now had a boyfriend.  But...he sighed.  "Why can't I just have them both?!" he groaned as he flopped onto his bed, putting his pillow over his face.  "Then that would solve everything."
He felt the tingle of magic and sat up, letting the pillow fall to the floor.  On his nightstand was a letter, addressed to him.  "O-kay," he said, drawing the word out as he glanced around the room.  "That's a little weird."  He picked it up and read it quickly.  Then he leapt off his bed and began bouncing around the room yelling, "It's from Santa!"  After a minute or two though, he settled down to read it again.  Zack, I'm happy to see you've done so well.  I want to offer you two presents as way of saying congratulations.  One material thing and one not, written on the bottom of this page.  Put the letter back in the envelope and it will get to me as quick as a wink.  Keep up the good work and know I'm very proud of you.  Merry Christmas! Love, Santa Claus
Zack stared starry-eyed at the letter, hardly believing his luck.  He grabbed a pen and scrawled, Santa, You rock!  Honestly, you do.  Okay.  I would really like a night with Cloud where we can watch a movie or something like that.  Then, I would really like a chocolate bar from Cosmo Canyon.  They put a spice in it that makes it to die for!  Please, please, please (and thank you).  Always a fan, Zack Fair  P.S.  Love you too!  He stuffed the letter unceremoniously back into its envelope, giggled and bounced around the room some more when it disappeared.
(Post-Nibelheim)Aerith sighed as she stood to leave her small church.  She was looking forward to Christmas this year, without a doubt.  It was going to be nice especially since she had her new friends.  Cloud was a great guy but he reminded her a lot of Zack.  Which was okay except for times like this it made her miss him more.  He was a good man who helped out a lot of people so she knew she wasn't the only one missing him.
She spied something sticking out of one of her flowers and, curious, she went over to see what it was.  A giggle escaped her when she saw an scroll delicately resting in the center of a flower.  She picked it up and shivered as the magic coursed through her.  Candy canes and reindeer flashed through her mind followed by snowflakes and jingling bells.  She smiled and caressed the scroll.
Opening it, she read Dearest Aerith, my sweet and wonderful flower girl.  You bring such light into the world that I want to bring some into yours.  Please write down two things you would like for Christmas, one material and one not, on this paper and put it back where you found it.  I'll get it without any problem at all.  Thank you dear, ~Santa
She nodded and found something to write with.  Dear Santa, It's so good to hear from you!  I don't need much this year but a new basket for the flowers would be good, or a wagon.  I would also like to be able to tell each person I love that I did love them, even the ones who are no longer on this side of the Lifestream.  I think the ones who have returned to the Planet know anyway but I would still like to tell them that.  Lovingly yours, Aerith
Following his instructions, she rolled up the parchment and laid in back in the flower.  She then left for home.
Reeve settled down in his workshop, ready for a night of complete bliss working on his creations.  Maybe he could create a duplicate of Cloud so that someone (Tifa) could be happy.  He paused and then shook his head.  No, that would be playing with fire and he would most likely be the one getting burned in the end.  Instead, he might make a practice dummy for Cloud to hammer on.
He reached for his tools, the same ones he had used to make Cait Sith and ended up knocking something over.  Raising an eyebrow he picked up the letter and opened it.  Reeve, I see you've got quite the workshop of your own.  My congratulations to you for doing so well for yourself.  I would like to give you two gifts, one material and one not.  Write down your requirements on this sheet and replace it in the envelope.  It will return to me without any problem.  No, I'm not going to tell you the secret of it.  Merry Christmas! ~Santa
Reeve cocked his head to the side.  "Curiouser and curiouser."  He chuckled.  "Well, I don't see why not.  Getting into the spirit of things and all that."  He had nothing at it disposal other than an engraving tool.  There was probably a pen somewhere in his workroom but this was closer.  Shrugging, he picked it up and went to work.  Dear Santa, I would like a new set of tools.  The ones I have are wearing out and it makes it difficult working with the delicate parts.  Other than that, I would like a nice holiday dinner with all my friends with no one at each others throat.  Thank you kindly, Reeve He lay the tool down, pleasantly surprised that it didn't damage the paper in the least.  He followed the instructions and went back to work.  When he looked for the letter at the end of the night, it was gone.

Description
Author:  Dragonia27
FF7 Characters: Most of them.  Turks (and Rufus), Cloud's gang, SOLIDERs and Reeve
Title:  All I Want For Christmas
Summary:  Santa decides to write to everyone asking them what they want for Christmas.  This is their responses.
Status:  One-shot, Complete
Rating/Warning: T+, Reno's mouth creates foul language
Disclaimer:  The usual.  I don't own them.  Square Enix does and I am very grateful to them for the lovely characters they have shared with the world.  The idea is mine.  For entertainment only, not profit.

Tseng sighed as he sat down at his desk.  He took a sip of steaming tea to ward of the chills from being outside.  Laying neatly on the center of his desk was a note written in a lovely flowing script:  Tseng, I know you have been working very hard.  I wanted you to know that I've been paying attention and think that, this year, I would like to give you something.  Yes, I know you're a grown man now but I still would like to.  Please write down two things you want most, one material and one not. Please use this paper, the pen doesn't matter.  I've included an envelope as well.   Thank you and Merry Christmas! ~Santa
He blinked.  Santa?  As in Santa Claus?  He sighed.  It was probably Reno or Rufus up to some new trick.  Still, better to err on the side of caution if it could be Rufus.  He picked up a pen and tapped his chin with it.  Only two things…that would be tough but he could manage it.
So he wrote:  Dear Santa, This year I would like a magical cup that will keep my drink warm, for several days on end if need be.  I would also appreciate a few days where I could leave town, leaving Reno in charge during which time he will be promptly on time.  I would like to not have to worry about the Sir during this time.  Thank you.  He signed it for good measure, waited for the ink to dry, then folded the paper and put it in the matching envelope.  He set it aside, intending to mail it when he went out to see Rufus.  However, when he reached for it half an hour later, it was gone.
Reno groaned as he rolled over.  Unfortunately for him, he rolled off the edge of the bed and onto the floor in a tangle of sheets and mess of red hair.  "Damn," he muttered as he untangled himself.  That sentiment quickly changed to "Fuck!" when he saw the time.  He was an hour late.
He rushed to the bathroom and took a quick shower, taking care to use conditioner on his unruly hair.  As he was getting dressed and heading out the door, he noticed an envelope on the floor.  Curious, he bent over and picked it up.  It had his name on it, written on old parchment type paper with a candy cane colored border.  "Festive," he said as he left his apartment.  He locked the door firmly and opened the letter.
It read, Reno.  Oh Reno, you've been quite the busy boy, haven't you?  The things you do always bring a smile to my face.  I wanted to give you something for Christmas this year as a way to say thank you.  Please write down one material thing and one non-material thing.  Use this paper and put it back in the envelope when you're done.  Thank you for all the laughs.  Merry Christmas! ~Santa.
Pulling a pen out of his pocket, Reno chuckled.  "Not a problem," he said as he scrawled out:  Hey, St.Nick!  Long time no see…Guess that's my fault, being "naughty" and all that.  He smiled and snickered as he wrote.  Let's see.  Material—An extra 25,000 gil wouldn't hurt.  Hell, if it was Rufus it didn't hurt to ask.  If it was anyone else, they'd appreciate the laugh.  As for non-material (And the one I really, really want—pretty please with sugar on top) would be Cloud (alive and willing). Thanks a ton and say hello to the missus for me! ~Reno
He folded the letter and put it back in the envelope, placing it in his pocket to mail it when he arrived at the office.  But when he got there, all he found was an empty pocket.
Rude pulled into the office garage and got out of the company car.  He opened the door for Rufus who nodded his thanks as he stepped out.  Rude shut the door firmly and then began to head inside.  Something caught his eye and he turned to look at the car again.  There, under the wiper blade, was an envelope with his name on it.  Raising an eyebrow he picked it up, noticing the old parchment and the slight tingle of magic when he touched it.
Inside the letter read: Rude, thank you for everything you have done this year.  I know it wasn't easy.  Please use this paper and envelope to write down two things you would really like for Christmas, one material and one not.  Thank you again and Merry Christmas.  ~Santa Claus
Santa Claus.  Well, he'd seen stranger things.  He picked a pen out of his pocket and quickly jotted down:  Mr. Claus,  Thank you for your consideration.  I would appreciate an indestructible pair of sunglasses or gloves.  I use them a lot in my job and it would be one less worry.  As for as non-material I would like the ability to spend some time with Cissnei again.  It doesn't have to be romantic.  Thank you for your time, Sir.  Sincerely, ~Rude.

He folded the paper, carefully set it in the envelope and put the envelope exactly where he had found it.  Then he went inside without looking back.  It disappeared a short time later.
Elena stretched up to the ceiling and down to the floor.  She had been enjoying the holiday season, even if it was a little bittersweet.  She hadn't talked to her sister in quite a while.  For reasons Elena couldn't fathom, her sister simply kept refusing to come back to work as a Turk.  Because of that, she and Elena butted heads a lot.  She sighed and reached for the ceiling again.  Something hit her on the head and she let out a squawk.  "What the…?" she rubbed the new sore spot as she located the item responsible.
She opened the envelope and pulled out the letter.  Elena, my dear Elena.  You have been trying so hard this year.  I wanted you to know that it hasn't gone unnoticed.  Please, dear, write down one material thing and non-material thing you would like on this paper and replace it in the envelope.  Thank you and know that you are loved.  Merry Christmas! ~Santa
She blinked a few times in rapid succession.  "Santa?" she asked in a whisper.  Glancing around to make sure that no one was around she let out a childish shriek of joy and ran to get a pen.  Dearest Santa, I knew that you were real!  This is very exciting for me.  Alright, I would like to have some time with my sister, more than anything, where we don't fight.  Also, may I please have skydiving lessons?  Pretty please?  I know it sounds crazy but I won't know if I like it if I don't try it.  Thank you so much!!!!!! <3 Elena
She replaced the envelope and, with no other idea, went back into the room she was given the letter.  She tossed it up in the air and giggled for the next twenty minutes after it disappeared.
Rufus sighed as he went into his office.  Rude had brought him in for the day and he honestly didn't know what Rude had to do now.  As he sat down in his chair, his brow furrowed as he felt something poke him in the back.  He pulled a slightly rumpled envelope out and opened it without a second thought.  If it was in his office, it was safe already.
He nearly dropped the letter when he saw Rufus, I have to say that I am quite impressed with your efforts as of late.  I am very pleased that you have decided to be different than your father.  In light of that, I would like to offer to give you something, two somethings, actually.  One material and one not.  Write them on this paper and replace it in its envelope.  Merry Christmas!  ~Santa
"Alright," Rufus said to no one in particular.  After all, he changed so why couldn't Santa exist.  More than likely, it was one of his workers or the Turks trying to brighten his holiday spirit.  Better keep it simple, Rufus decided.  Mr. Claus, I would like a suit that never got dirty or worn out, white, if you please.  Also, I would like a night with my friends (please don't tell them I said that) where they don't have to worry about me.  ~Rufus He left it at that.  Asking for any time with the dead wasn't a good idea.  Especially on this Planet where things tended to come true.  Rufus smiled at the small picture of his mother that he kept on his desk.  Then he sealed the envelope and placed it in his out-box.  The box was suspiciously empty when he put something else in it later.
Cloud gazed out the window wondering for the hundredth time if it was really worth going out in the cold to get that extra nice coffee from the shop down the street.  Yes, he wanted it so bad he could taste it.  And he had the money for it.  But damn it was cold out there.  And he was warm in here.  After another fifteen minutes, the lure of the coffee was too strong and he pulled on his coat and boots, ready to go out for the day.
He went to warm up Fenrir when he glimpsed something sticking out of his toolbox.  There shouldn't be anything sticking out of anything in here.  "That's weird," he said to himself.  He pulled it out and nearly dropped it from the magic rippling off it.  Cloud shook his head to clear it.  "Damn," he muttered as he pulled out the paper.  Cloud, I know you've been through Hell in more ways than one.  I wish I could make it better but, in lieu of that, I would like to offer you two gifts for Christmas.  One material and one not, no strings attached.  Please bear in mind that there are even limits to my power and the realms of the living and dead simply should not be crossed.  I hope you understand.  Write them on this paper and replace it in the envelope.  Merry Christmas. ~Santa
Cloud sank down onto Fenrir's seat and sighed.  "I don't know what I want for Christmas."  He glanced at the letter again, a smile beginning to form, "Though if it can be anything…" he picked up a pen and wrote his list.  Dear Santa, this year I would like a lover for Christmas.  Someone who will really look after me and care for me in the ways that I need, someone who is okay with me as I am.  I would also like one of those new light systems that go under a car for Fenrir.  Please don't laugh and believe me when I say it's big enough.  ~Cloud
He put the letter back in the envelope and went out for his coffee, curious about who would set up something like that for him.  He didn't see or feel when the letter disappeared in a magical soft blur.
Tifa looked around her Seventh Heaven and sighed.  So far things were so close to perfect that she was near to bursting.  It was Christmas, the windows were painted for the season, the kids were happy, the tree was decorated and the food was delicious.  Smiling, she carried some dirty dishes into the back and paused when she found a letter with her name on it in the middle of the stack.  Somehow, the thing had managed to stay perfectly clean despite all the sauces on the plate it sat on.
"What's this?" she asked as she opened it.  Wonderful Tifa, you have been very good this year, and so many others, that I want to give you two gifts for Christmas.  (I've even got the go-ahead and the help from the missus.) Anyway, I want to give you one material thing and one non-material thing.  Write them down on this paper and tuck in back in the envelope.  Feel free to ask for anything you want, Tifa.  And yes, I mean you for you.  Not you for someone else.  I'm getting their lists too so don't worry about that.  Merry Christmas!  ~Santa She looked up from the letter with a smile, hardly daring to hope that it might work out in her favor.
Quickly taking a pen she jotted down Santa, Thank you!  May I please have my piano from my childhood and a lasting relationship with someone who will love me and treat me like the queen of their castle.  Thank you so much!  ~Tifa  After tucking the paper in the envelope she sat back and thought about what she wrote.  Chuckling she muttered, "I can be so sappy sometimes."  But it was Christmas and the perfect time of the year to be sappy.  She reached for the letter to put it in the mailbox but couldn't find it after that.
Barret stretched as he stopped working for the day.  His whole body was stiff and sore.  What he wanted more than anything was a chance to hold his daughter on Christmas but if the damned equipment didn't stop malfunctioning, that wasn't going to happen.  Suddenly angry he kicked a bucket and sent it sailing away.  A letter fluttered to the ground and he picked it up.
Barret, you are one of the hardest working men I know.  You have done so much for yourself and others that I would like to give you two Christmas presents.  I can't bring back the dead or anything like that but pretty much anything other than that is up for grabs.  Write them down on this paper, one material thing and one not.  I will do my best to grant them for you.  ~Jolly ol' St. Nick
Barret looked out over his fields and sighed.  At this point, he was nearly desperate enough to ask Rufus for help.  Nearly but not quite.  Well, anything was better than turning to ShinRa.  He pulled a grungy pen out of his pocket and wrote them down, not even bothering with formalities.  Material—All my fucking equipment to work at top rate so I can spend time with my family and then give other people jobs too.  Not—a marriage to a good woman who'll be a good Momma to Marlene.  As soon as he was finished the letter disappeared on the breeze.
Vincent lay on his bed, listening to the mutterings of his demons, wishing for the millionth time that they would be quiet.  No, he didn't want to play, wreak havoc, cut things to pieces or play with Lightning materia.  Not really.  He moved his hand and knocked something off the bed.  Rolling over to look at it he furrowed his brow when he saw the letter.
His gauntlet made a wonderful letter opener, he learned.  Holding the paper that was older than he was, he read Vincent Valentine, what am I going to do with you?  I want you to be happy this year, this Christmas and yes, young man, you deserve it.  The wife and I are in agreement on this and we won't take no for an answer.  Write down the two things you want the most, one material and one not, on this paper and tuck it back in the envelope.  The sooner the better, if you please.  Merry Christmas, Saint Nicholas
Vincent blinked several times before shrugging and getting a pen.  It was probably one of Yuffie or Reeve's tricks.  He wouldn't put it past either of them.  So he wrote I want twenty-four hours of silence from my demons and a gun-of-the-month magazine subscription wouldn't be bad either.  I'm a little behind on modern firearms.  He didn't sign it.  If it really was Saint Nicholas, he would know who Vincent was.  He put the letter back in the envelope and shut it.  The thing disappeared from his hands as soon as it was shut, leaving Vincent to stare at his hands for several hours wondering what the hell had just happened.
Cid stretched his legs out and smiled around his freshly lit cigarette.  Yes, sir, this was the life.  Someone to make him tea, his breakfast ready, his airships in top shape.  There wasn't anything he really thought could make it better.
Shera brought him his tea and he noticed a letter tucked in under the saucer of his teacup.  "Shera, what the hell is this with my tea?" he demanded as he opened it.  It smelled like evergreen trees, fresh cookies, hot chocolate and a nice popping fire.  He nodded approvingly.  Cid, you're one hell of a pilot.  Now I've spent years asking myself what the hell a guy like me can do for a guy like you and the answer is, I just don't know.  You know what you want and you go for it, which makes my job a little difficult.  Still, write down two things, one material and one not, and stuff it back in the envelope.  Thanks a ton.  (In doing so, you'll stop the missus' questions—which would be much appreciated.)  Merry Christmas! ~St. Nick aka Santa Claus
Cid guffawed as he read the letter.  He waved Shera off with a "None o' your business," he glanced around,  "Get me a pen," he glanced down at the letter in his hand, "please."  Shera brought him the pen, a curious look on her face.  "Thank you," Cid told her as he took it, more gently than usual.  St. Nick, Sorry 'bout being a stubborn git.  I just don't have patience for much.  Anyway, I would love to see the Space Program up and running again.  Other than that, some really nice smokes in a container that can't get lost, damaged or empty would be great.  Give the missus a smooch for me, Cid
He nodded to himself and followed the rest of the instructions.  Then he set about to his breakfast with zeal.  His letter disappeared along with his breakfast.
Yuffie bounced on the balls of her feet.  She knew that Christmas was coming but her father was putting his foot down this year.  This year, she wasn't allowed to write a letter to Santa.  She pouted as she stood outside the temple.  Finally giving into it, she kicked a stone and muttered, "It's not fair!  Why now?  I like writing to Santa," she quieted when some people walked past, greeting her softly.  She smiled and waved  to them.
One walked up to her, holding out a letter.  "For you," he said.  Something about the man made her very happy, though she couldn't put her finger on it.  Maybe it was the twinkle in his eye.  She opened the letter and gasped.  Sweet Yuffie, Since I have not received your letter this year, I am writing to you.  I was wondering what you would like for Christmas this year.  One material thing and one not, Sweet Child.  Write them down on the paper, put it in the envelope and I'll get it.  I promise.  ~Santa  P.S. Don't worry about your Father.  He's just trying to be the best he can be and he loves you dearly.
She smiled widely and took the offered pen from the man.  "Thank you!"  She used his back for a writing desk.  Dear Santa, I know it's a lot to ask but I really want to go on a date with Vincent.  The only problem is, I think he's gay.  So if you could make him bi-sexual that would be great.  (Or, if that's a no-no then I would really like the chance to meet you and see your workshop.) I would also really like some materia all my own.  The stronger the better.  Thanks a ton! ~Yuffie She handed the sealed envelope back to the man and greeted some other people on their way to the temple.  When she looked back, the man was gone.
Nanaki yawned and stretched, relishing the warmth of the fire during the chilly morning.  He shook his head to clear away the morning fog when he spotted a scroll laying on the far side of the rug.  He placed a paw on the closest corner to hold it in place and used the other paw to unroll it.  There was an old flowing script which he had trouble reading at first.  But with a fair bit of effort, he pushed past the tiny dips and weaves and was able to identify the letters.  Human writing always confused him.  The print was all right but the flowing script that some people had looked too much like insects buzzing around on the water.
He nodded.  Nanaki, I wish to give you two gifts for Christmas.  One material thing and one not.  Write them down on this paper.  Your paw prints are fine.  I can read them.  Merry Christmas!  ~Santa  Nanaki sighed.  Humans were always so strange with their wanting to celebrate the holidays.  It was probably his Grandfather trying to make him feel more welcome.
Better to amuse Grandfather than not, Nanaki decided and put his paw into some soot from the fire.  He put his paw down with a definite "whomp".  Santa, I would like for Cid to not use my tail as a lighter when I am around him.  Also, a bone that I would not have to share would be good.  Thank you and Merry Christmas to you as well.  Sincerely, Nanaki  "There," he breathed, "that should be good enough."  He let go of the far end, planning to take the scroll up to Grandfather when he was done.  Instead the scroll snapped shut and bounced up off the floor.  Then it disappeared into thin air with the faint smell of evergreens and snow lingering in the air.  Nanaki fainted.
(Pre-Nibelheim)Sephiroth sighed as the snow fell down.  The tiny flakes created little spikes of chills as he walked along, the snow crunching softly under his feet.  For the third time today he pulled the letter out of his pocket and stared at it.  The snow didn't seem to damage the parchment, quite the reverse, actually.  His eyes ran over the words again, Sephiroth,  I know that you have a lot on your mind and that you have endured more than any man should.  I find it comforting that you have your friends during this time of the year.  Still, being who I am, I want to make sure that you have a wonderful Christmas that you can smile about.  Write down the two things you would like for Christmas, one material and one not.  I will do my best to see that you get them.  Merry Christmas! ~Saint Nicholas
He sighed.  He didn't know what to write.  In all reality, it was probably another experiment from Hojo.  Or some sort of "company thing" from Lazard.  The writing was too neat to be the Puppy's and too flowing to be Angeal's.  Genesis would have written several more pages and there would have been Loveless quotes thrown in for good measure.  "What do I want?" he asked the night, putting the letter back in his pocket.  A few more snowflakes hit him and he heard some children laughing with their parents.  He stopped and watched them for a few minutes and then walked on.  "I want a family, like Angeal has," he whispered to himself.  Better that no one find that out.  Still, writing it down on this letter wouldn't be so bad.  He did and he tucked the letter back in his pocket.  He still didn't know what else to ask for.
(Post-Nibelheim) Sephiroth shivered in the wind.  He was standing on the edge of the Northern Crater and he needed to get warm.  But there wasn't anything up here to burn.  Something felt different in his uniform and he looked in the pocket, finding an old letter stuffed there.  As he made his way inside the crater, the other creatures lurking there shifted out of his way, except for one.  That one made a good meal.  Using what Fire magic he had left, Sephiroth started a fire.  The only thing he had to burn was that letter.  The events of the past flashed before him, confirmed by his own writing.  Several things also mocked him, the loss of his friends and the finding out about his own past.  No one would love a monster, no one other than his own mother.  Still he had to keep warm.  He tossed the letter on the struggling fire.  It kept him warm for days.
Genesis smiled as he reached for his book.  Nothing was better than curling up with a steaming cup of eggnog, his book and a nice hot fire.  Sure, the other company was pleasant enough but sometimes snuggling down with a book was still lovely.  His brow furrowed when he noticed his book had a bookmark.  Normally, he didn't use them but he must have stuck something in there that he didn't want to forget.
He blinked in surprise when he saw the script wasn't his at all.  Granted it was beautiful but he felt it lacked bit of showmanship.  Genesis, you have become quite the young man.  I am very proud to see you wear red so well.  It suits us both, I think.  In any case, I'm offering you two presents, personally.  Choose one material and one non-material thing, write them down on this paper and put it back in your book.  I'll get the message and your book will not be damaged in any way.  Merry Christmas to a wonderful man in Red! ~Santa Claus
Santa Claus, the original man in Red.  Genesis smiled to himself.  Well, he couldn't turn down a request from Santa Claus, now could he?  He pulled pen out and used his book as a clipboard.  It would be alright this once.  Dearest Santa Claus, my warmest regards to you and yours this season.  Thank you for thinking of me.  I know that I can sometimes get lost in the wild turnings of this world and with so many people to look after, it must be more so for you.  I would dearly love a pair of boots that would go with anything and not get damaged.  They need to be indestructible.  Also, having Loveless be complete would be more than anything I could hope for.  Would that be material or not?  In any case, a chance to sit by the fire, read a book and know, for certain, that things are going to be calm enough that a war isn't going to start or that I won't be called into work would be wonderful.  Thanks ever so much!  ~Genesis Rhapsodos  He smiled as he replaced the letter and the book in his pocket.  Later, when he pulled out his book again, the letter was gone.
Angeal chuckled as he watched Sephiroth and Genesis leave.  "Like two peas in a pod," he whispered.  Both men walked quickly away from the main building but then slowed considerably when they were away from it.  He shook his head.  He turned around and saw something tied to his sword with a bow.  "What the…?"
He went over to it and opened the letter, smiling at what he read.  Angeal, You are my hero.  You have more patience than I could dream of.  Because of that, I would love to give you two gifts, one material and one not.  Write them down on the paper, replace it in the envelope and I'll take care of the rest.  Merry Christmas and give your Mom a hug for me.  ~Santa Claus Angeal chuckled, shaking his head.  "The things some people do."  But he didn't want to ruin anyone's holiday surprise.  Besides, it was worth the effort.
He picked up a pen and sat down to write.  Dear Mr. Claus, Thank you for the compliment.  You are the true master of generosity.  I am humbled to be considered by you for this.  I would like a nice dinner—roast with carrots and celery, mashed potatoes with steaming gravy and a salad on the side.  For dessert, I would love a homemade dumbapple pie.  I would like this on a night where Genesis and Sephiroth are not fighting over anything for once and we are all sitting around a fire.  Thank you. ~Angeal He smiled at it.  It wasn't too much for anyone to ask for, he thought.  Also, if it was any of the people he knew, it was within the realm of possibility of happening.  He put the letter away and picked up his sword, securing it to his back.  On the way to the post office, he felt the tingle of magic and checked his sword.  The letter was gone.
(Pre-Nibelheim)Zack paced his room.  He wasn't sure what to do today.  Most of the people were going home and he couldn't blame them.  Home was a nice place to be.  However, he didn't want to go back just yet.  He'd broken up with his girlfriend and now had a boyfriend.  But...he sighed.  "Why can't I just have them both?!" he groaned as he flopped onto his bed, putting his pillow over his face.  "Then that would solve everything."
He felt the tingle of magic and sat up, letting the pillow fall to the floor.  On his nightstand was a letter, addressed to him.  "O-kay," he said, drawing the word out as he glanced around the room.  "That's a little weird."  He picked it up and read it quickly.  Then he leapt off his bed and began bouncing around the room yelling, "It's from Santa!"  After a minute or two though, he settled down to read it again.  Zack, I'm happy to see you've done so well.  I want to offer you two presents as way of saying congratulations.  One material thing and one not, written on the bottom of this page.  Put the letter back in the envelope and it will get to me as quick as a wink.  Keep up the good work and know I'm very proud of you.  Merry Christmas! Love, Santa Claus
Zack stared starry-eyed at the letter, hardly believing his luck.  He grabbed a pen and scrawled, Santa, You rock!  Honestly, you do.  Okay.  I would really like a night with Cloud where we can watch a movie or something like that.  Then, I would really like a chocolate bar from Cosmo Canyon.  They put a spice in it that makes it to die for!  Please, please, please (and thank you).  Always a fan, Zack Fair  P.S.  Love you too!  He stuffed the letter unceremoniously back into its envelope, giggled and bounced around the room some more when it disappeared.
(Post-Nibelheim)Aerith sighed as she stood to leave her small church.  She was looking forward to Christmas this year, without a doubt.  It was going to be nice especially since she had her new friends.  Cloud was a great guy but he reminded her a lot of Zack.  Which was okay except for times like this it made her miss him more.  He was a good man who helped out a lot of people so she knew she wasn't the only one missing him.
She spied something sticking out of one of her flowers and, curious, she went over to see what it was.  A giggle escaped her when she saw an scroll delicately resting in the center of a flower.  She picked it up and shivered as the magic coursed through her.  Candy canes and reindeer flashed through her mind followed by snowflakes and jingling bells.  She smiled and caressed the scroll.
Opening it, she read Dearest Aerith, my sweet and wonderful flower girl.  You bring such light into the world that I want to bring some into yours.  Please write down two things you would like for Christmas, one material and one not, on this paper and put it back where you found it.  I'll get it without any problem at all.  Thank you dear, ~Santa
She nodded and found something to write with.  Dear Santa, It's so good to hear from you!  I don't need much this year but a new basket for the flowers would be good, or a wagon.  I would also like to be able to tell each person I love that I did love them, even the ones who are no longer on this side of the Lifestream.  I think the ones who have returned to the Planet know anyway but I would still like to tell them that.  Lovingly yours, Aerith
Following his instructions, she rolled up the parchment and laid in back in the flower.  She then left for home.
Reeve settled down in his workshop, ready for a night of complete bliss working on his creations.  Maybe he could create a duplicate of Cloud so that someone (Tifa) could be happy.  He paused and then shook his head.  No, that would be playing with fire and he would most likely be the one getting burned in the end.  Instead, he might make a practice dummy for Cloud to hammer on.
He reached for his tools, the same ones he had used to make Cait Sith and ended up knocking something over.  Raising an eyebrow he picked up the letter and opened it.  Reeve, I see you've got quite the workshop of your own.  My congratulations to you for doing so well for yourself.  I would like to give you two gifts, one material and one not.  Write down your requirements on this sheet and replace it in the envelope.  It will return to me without any problem.  No, I'm not going to tell you the secret of it.  Merry Christmas! ~Santa
Reeve cocked his head to the side.  "Curiouser and curiouser."  He chuckled.  "Well, I don't see why not.  Getting into the spirit of things and all that."  He had nothing at it disposal other than an engraving tool.  There was probably a pen somewhere in his workroom but this was closer.  Shrugging, he picked it up and went to work.  Dear Santa, I would like a new set of tools.  The ones I have are wearing out and it makes it difficult working with the delicate parts.  Other than that, I would like a nice holiday dinner with all my friends with no one at each others throat.  Thank you kindly, Reeve He lay the tool down, pleasantly surprised that it didn't damage the paper in the least.  He followed the instructions and went back to work.  When he looked for the letter at the end of the night, it was gone.