Correspondence

[deird_lj]

Here's a Christmassy ficlet. It was written for still_grrr, for the prompt of, well, Christmas...



Correspondence To A Fictional Entity

1991

to Santa
please bring me a doll with a green dress and some peanut butter
from Dawn


1992

To Santa,
Please bring me a book about airplanes, and some barbies.
Love from Dawn.


1993

Dear Santa,

This year I would like some stickers, some candy, and the blue dress I saw last week in the mall.
I have been very good this year just ask my mom.

Love from Dawn Summers.


1994

Dear Santa,

I have been very good all year. I have helped Mom with the washing up, and I have cleaned my room, and I have not stolen Buffy’s nail polish.
In return I would like some rollerskates, and some books, and another money box to replace the one I broke.

Love from Dawn Summers

PS – I would also like a pony.


1995

Dear Santa,

I think I have been good. I have been nice to Buffy, and I have done all my chores, and I have not told on Buffy for sneaking out of her window the other night.

Please bring me a stripey red sweater like Meagan’s, some Sweet Cindy accessories, and a chess set.

Love Dawn

PS – Could you bring Mom and Dad something nice this year, so they are happier?


1996

Santa -

This year I would like some new sneakers, a CD, and a year’s supply of Twinkies.

- Dawn

PS – Please note that I will be moving next year, so my presents will need to be delivered to a different address.


1997

Santa -

This year I’d like a crossbow.

I think I deserve one, because I haven’t said anything to Mom about what happened with Ford. Also, if Buffy has one, I should get one too.

- Dawn


1998

Santa -

If you felt like existing this year, I’d like some sparkly nail polish, a book, and pants just like Faith’s.

Plus, I’d like my own personal elf from the north pole, to do my bidding, do my chores, and feed me chocolate on a golden platter.

Or you could just keep on being fictional. Whatever.

- Dawn

Also, thanks for all the snow.


1999

Dear Santa,
This year I would like peace on earth, and goodwill to all men. Especially for my lovely teacher, Ms Conroy, who is always

Hey.

Hey.

This sucks.

I know! Isn’t it dumb!

“Write a letter to Santa, boys and girls.” I mean, please!

Yeah. Doesn’t Conroy get that we’re teenagers?

So lame.

Totally.


2000

Dear Santa,

My big sister Buffy has a crossbow, three swords, and a rocket launcher. She could totally kick your ass.

If you don’t bring me a midnight blue sweater and the new Backstreet Boys album, I’ll get Anya to tell Buffy how to find you. Then she’ll track you down.

Yours sincerely, Dawn Summers

PS – Any spare disembowelled children you’ve got lying around can be delivered to Mike Floyner on Stache Street.

Comments

[deird1]

He really doesn't!

I love that in the end Dawn threatens to set Buffy after Santa.

Even more interesting if you think about the fact that Dawn didn't actually exist for most of this fic... and the first letter Santa gets from her, she's threatening him with bodily harm. :)

Glad you liked it!