Secret Santa 2013 Gifts (21 of 22)

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Unexpected DeliveryRicky enjoyed sleep very much. Ever since he turned thirteen, it seemed that he could never get enough of it. Unfortunately, the environment he lived in wasn't particularly conducive for this habit.
"WAKE UUUUUUP!!!"
His eyelids cracked open just in time for him to feel twin weights land on his back, crushing any dreams he might have had of sleeping in that day, along with his spine.
"Get up, get up, get up, Riri! Get up, get up, get up!" high pitched voices commanded, the aforementioned weights bouncing in tandem with the screeching.
He groaned loudly into his pillow, ears twitching, before rolling to the side, sending his brother and sister tumbling off the bed and onto the floor. Indignant squeals followed as he wearily pushed himself into an upright position.
"Alright, alright you little pests, I'm up. What do you want?"
Blue eyes exchanged disbelieving glances before turning back to him.
"Don't you remember what day it is?" Winter demanded, looking like anything other than a "Yes,

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Secret Santa Gift 
Anne sat in front of the fire making small fire balls in her hands.  It was the day before her eighteenth birthday, and then she would a free, fully licenced witch.  It also happened that her birthday fell on Christmas Eve, and Anne was less than thrilled about the concept.  The only thing that was making the thought of her birthday bearable this year was the fact that tomorrow she could go out and start making her own way in life.  She wanted to get out of this dead-end down, away from her useless father.  Anne’s father was a selfish and miserable individual, and spent no time with Anne at Christmas whatsoever.  The last of the fire simmered out, and Anne cursed quietly under her breath.  The fact that she could light it again with a wave of her hand was so patronising, and she had to wait until tomorrow.  Hunching her shoulders against the cold air of the house, Anne made her way upstairs.  Her modest bedroom was her safety zo

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