Post by Moonchick on Jan 1, 2004 17:21:46 GMT -5
The song really touched my heart and it does exemplify
what I would like for the world. This is my gift to my readers,
the world, and a message to whom this is dedicated for.
Santa, this is for you from an old friend.
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT MY PROPERTY. THE SONG IS WRITTEN BY
DAVID FOSTER AND LINDA THOMPSON. SAILOR MOON IS NOT UNDER MY
OWNERSHIP EITHER. I DON'T MAKE A PROFIT FROM EITHER.
Visit my Website!
www.moonchick.cjb.net
MY GROWN-UP CHRISTMAS LIST
By: Callista "Moonchick" Matthews
E-Mail: Moonchickfics@yahoo.com
Rated: PG
"Mommy! Lookie! Lookie! I'm writing a letter to Santie Claus!"
With blond meatballs bobbing on top of short, cute pigtails, a
three-year-old Serena was eagerly showing her mom Irene her pink
stationery with what Irene thought looked like an attempt at writing.
"I'm gonna put lots of toys in my list so Santa can put them under
the tree this year!"
Irene smiled down to her only daugther, a two-month old
Sammy in her arms. "Really, honey? What did you put down there?"
Little Serena pointed to her "number one" wish. "Well, first
I want a Prince Cha--, Chari--"
"Charming?" Her mother helped.
She brightened. "That's the one, Mommy! I was gonna put down
a baby brother but you said that the 'stok' dropped him by already.
Then I want a dollhouse, a Barbie, a bunch of flowers..." Serena
just kept on with her list.
"What kind of flowers, sweetheart?"
Little Serena thought for a minute. "Roses! Red ones..."
She happily exclaimed.
Irene just smiled at her daughter once more, then to her
little son. Serena suddenly went silent. Her tiny blond brows wrinkled
in deep thought. Her gaze mysteriously wandered toward the buring fire.
With the flames flickering, the logs crackled in the fireplace.
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Do you remember me?
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you with childhood fantasies
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"Mommy! Lookie! Lookie! I'm writing a letter to Santie Claus!"
A three-year-old exhuberant Reeny was eagerly showing her mother the
letter she was writing on her mini-desk. "I've got ALOT to ask him this
Christmas!"
Serena smiled from her armchair behind Reeny. Snapped out
of her reverie of the past. "Do you, sweetheart? Let me see." She
stood up and knelt behind her daughter, looking over her shoulder.
"Hmm, that does look like a lot, doesn't it?" Giving her pink-haired
bunny a kiss, she picked her up, drawing and excited shriek from
Reeny and placed her on her lap. "How about I help you with your
spelling, hmm?"
"Mama?" Reeny turned her adorable face toward her mother.
'Definitely takes after her father.' Serena thought.
"Yes, pumpkin?"
"Did you ever write to Santie Claus when you were little?"
"I sure did, honey. Santa and I were regular pen-pals. I
remember, when I was six, I asked him for a small doll house, but
I got a BIG one instead! I was very excited when I woke up and found
a doll house next to the tree." Serena smiled in remembrance. "I
asked him for many things when I was small...But I haven't lately."
"Why not, Mama?" Reeny wanted to know.
Serena looked thoughtful. "I don't know, sweetheart. I really
can't remember why."
Reeny turned back to her letter-writing as her mother looked out
to the snowy night through the window, gazing at the skies. 'Santa...'
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Well I'm all grown up now
Can you still help somehow?
I'm not a child but my heart still can dream
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'This must seem really silly, but what do I have to lose?'
Serena took out a sheet of pink stationery. 'Besides, maybe my wish
will be heard by an old friend.'
Dear Santa,
It's been awhile, hasn't it? I've changed a lot since we last
talked. I guess that by what has transpired in my life, I should
be jaded and cynical. Fortunately, I didn't turn out that way,
but I did stop writing to you. I guess, I started to get too
serious and lost sight of the wistful things that gave us hope
and dreams. I have a daughter now who is writing you a letter
of things she wants, just like I did in the past when I was
her age. But this Christmas, I'm asking for something else.
Since my teenage years, I've fought for love and justice...
But I've also fought for a peaceful future for us all, but most
especially for my daughter and the children that we will never
get to see.
I wish for peace, not only for Earth, but for the
universe. I wish for love to reign above all obstacles. I wish
for the strength of forgiveness so we can forgive others for
their wrongs. I wish for wisdom and fairness for Justice...
This is what I, as well as my Scouts and Darien, have been
fighting for all our lives. This is our purpose for existing.
Our lives are dedicated, not to ourselves, but for the people
of the universe. Maybe you can help us in our mission, Santa?
One last time for old times' sake?
With Love, your old friend,
Serena Tsukino Chiba"
"Serena! Honey! I'm home!! Hi my little munchkin! How's Daddy's
perfect little girl doing?" Darien's voice carried through the hallway
and into the small office.
"I'm coming, sweetheart! I just have to wrap up something!" Serena gave
the letter one last look before folding it up and placing it in an envelope.
She placed it on the windowsill, turned out the lights and headed to the living
room to greet her husband.
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what I would like for the world. This is my gift to my readers,
the world, and a message to whom this is dedicated for.
Santa, this is for you from an old friend.
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT MY PROPERTY. THE SONG IS WRITTEN BY
DAVID FOSTER AND LINDA THOMPSON. SAILOR MOON IS NOT UNDER MY
OWNERSHIP EITHER. I DON'T MAKE A PROFIT FROM EITHER.
Visit my Website!
www.moonchick.cjb.net
MY GROWN-UP CHRISTMAS LIST
By: Callista "Moonchick" Matthews
E-Mail: Moonchickfics@yahoo.com
Rated: PG
"Mommy! Lookie! Lookie! I'm writing a letter to Santie Claus!"
With blond meatballs bobbing on top of short, cute pigtails, a
three-year-old Serena was eagerly showing her mom Irene her pink
stationery with what Irene thought looked like an attempt at writing.
"I'm gonna put lots of toys in my list so Santa can put them under
the tree this year!"
Irene smiled down to her only daugther, a two-month old
Sammy in her arms. "Really, honey? What did you put down there?"
Little Serena pointed to her "number one" wish. "Well, first
I want a Prince Cha--, Chari--"
"Charming?" Her mother helped.
She brightened. "That's the one, Mommy! I was gonna put down
a baby brother but you said that the 'stok' dropped him by already.
Then I want a dollhouse, a Barbie, a bunch of flowers..." Serena
just kept on with her list.
"What kind of flowers, sweetheart?"
Little Serena thought for a minute. "Roses! Red ones..."
She happily exclaimed.
Irene just smiled at her daughter once more, then to her
little son. Serena suddenly went silent. Her tiny blond brows wrinkled
in deep thought. Her gaze mysteriously wandered toward the buring fire.
With the flames flickering, the logs crackled in the fireplace.
<>*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-*<>
Do you remember me?
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you with childhood fantasies
<>*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-*<>
"Mommy! Lookie! Lookie! I'm writing a letter to Santie Claus!"
A three-year-old exhuberant Reeny was eagerly showing her mother the
letter she was writing on her mini-desk. "I've got ALOT to ask him this
Christmas!"
Serena smiled from her armchair behind Reeny. Snapped out
of her reverie of the past. "Do you, sweetheart? Let me see." She
stood up and knelt behind her daughter, looking over her shoulder.
"Hmm, that does look like a lot, doesn't it?" Giving her pink-haired
bunny a kiss, she picked her up, drawing and excited shriek from
Reeny and placed her on her lap. "How about I help you with your
spelling, hmm?"
"Mama?" Reeny turned her adorable face toward her mother.
'Definitely takes after her father.' Serena thought.
"Yes, pumpkin?"
"Did you ever write to Santie Claus when you were little?"
"I sure did, honey. Santa and I were regular pen-pals. I
remember, when I was six, I asked him for a small doll house, but
I got a BIG one instead! I was very excited when I woke up and found
a doll house next to the tree." Serena smiled in remembrance. "I
asked him for many things when I was small...But I haven't lately."
"Why not, Mama?" Reeny wanted to know.
Serena looked thoughtful. "I don't know, sweetheart. I really
can't remember why."
Reeny turned back to her letter-writing as her mother looked out
to the snowy night through the window, gazing at the skies. 'Santa...'
<>*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-*<>
Well I'm all grown up now
Can you still help somehow?
I'm not a child but my heart still can dream
<>*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-0-*-*<>
'This must seem really silly, but what do I have to lose?'
Serena took out a sheet of pink stationery. 'Besides, maybe my wish
will be heard by an old friend.'
Dear Santa,
It's been awhile, hasn't it? I've changed a lot since we last
talked. I guess that by what has transpired in my life, I should
be jaded and cynical. Fortunately, I didn't turn out that way,
but I did stop writing to you. I guess, I started to get too
serious and lost sight of the wistful things that gave us hope
and dreams. I have a daughter now who is writing you a letter
of things she wants, just like I did in the past when I was
her age. But this Christmas, I'm asking for something else.
Since my teenage years, I've fought for love and justice...
But I've also fought for a peaceful future for us all, but most
especially for my daughter and the children that we will never
get to see.
I wish for peace, not only for Earth, but for the
universe. I wish for love to reign above all obstacles. I wish
for the strength of forgiveness so we can forgive others for
their wrongs. I wish for wisdom and fairness for Justice...
This is what I, as well as my Scouts and Darien, have been
fighting for all our lives. This is our purpose for existing.
Our lives are dedicated, not to ourselves, but for the people
of the universe. Maybe you can help us in our mission, Santa?
One last time for old times' sake?
With Love, your old friend,
Serena Tsukino Chiba"
"Serena! Honey! I'm home!! Hi my little munchkin! How's Daddy's
perfect little girl doing?" Darien's voice carried through the hallway
and into the small office.
"I'm coming, sweetheart! I just have to wrap up something!" Serena gave
the letter one last look before folding it up and placing it in an envelope.
She placed it on the windowsill, turned out the lights and headed to the living
room to greet her husband.
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