Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon. I do not own the Chibi scouts etc. All OCs in this fanfiction belong to Angel Raye.
By Silver Sailor Ganymede
Every year for my entire life I have dreaded this time of year, a time which, though supposed to be full of happiness, has brought me nothing but sadness.
People say that Christmas is a time for family and friendship, love, joy and happiness. And that, in truth, is why I have always hated it; I know nothing of those things, or at least I didn't until a few months ago.
You see, until a few months ago, I knew nothing of family, nothing of love… but then, then I decided to leave the orphanage when Koyo came up with a plan to get a group of us out of there. After all, why shouldn't I leave? I had nothing to lose and maybe, just maybe, I had a lot to gain…
Now I have a family, a mother, a father and an elder sister. I never knew family before then; my family died when I was too young to remember them. You see, now I have a family to actually celebrate with, now I can begin to realise the true meaning of Christmas.
At the orphanage though we were well cared for we were not loved, and Christmas was simply a time to eat a meagre portion of cold turkey and sludge-like gravy and potatoes and to receive second-hand presents from well-meaning yet completely clueless do-gooders. Now, however, it is truly a time to look forward to, a time to enjoy with family and friends for, though I will now receive the material goods I need, I shall also experience the true reason for Christmas… love, friendship and family.
Mother's knocking on the door, telling me to go to sleep. But I can't sleep, it's like I'm Mari's age; I'm too excited to sleep because this will be, in truth, my first real Christmas.
No, I think as I stare at the fairy lights around my window, there's no way I can sleep tonight. After a while of staying awake the door opens. I think at first that it's Mother come back to tell me to go to sleep, but it's not; it's Daisy. I guess I'm not the only one who's excited.
As we sit together on my bed, talking in whispers about tomorrow and it's celebrations, I hear the clock strike twelve. And then I think it, for the first time ever in my entire I think this and am devoid of bitterness… Merry Christmas, my friends… Merry Christmas, everyone.