Mustadio and Besrodio standing there with a bag full of presents. They walked in and set

them down. Tifa walked out with the Christmas wine sent to them, courtesy of Reeve of

Shinra. Cait Sith looked at them and smiled.

"Christmas, just as I remembered it. You know if Barret's coming?"

"No." Tifa said. "He's spending his with AVALANCHE."

"Bummer, is there anymore people coming over?"

"Cid and Shera are due over. So is Aeris, Red 13, Beowulf, Reis, Ramza, Delita, Orlandu,

and a few others." Mustadio said. "I called them, I know."

"Thank you, Mr Bunanza. Saves me the worry." Tifa smiled.

Yuffie and Godo walked in with a few presents.

"Oh, daddy, stop it! I don't like Mus... Hello, Mustadio." Yuffie said, blushing.

"Hello, Yuffs!" Mustadio said.

Vincent walked in with one present in his hands. He smiled for the first time in his life. He

set it down under the tree. The next to walk in was Cid and Shera.

"Ho, ho, ho, Mother F@#$%^s!" Cid said toting a sack full of presents.

"Captain, stop the swearing. It's Christmas time."

"BAH HUMBUG!!!" Cid snarled. "Here, knock yourselves out!" He threw the presents

under the tree and walked out.

"What's his problem?" Mustadio asked.

Shera sighed. "He never liked Christmas."

"Shesh, what bad manners." Aeris said, walking in.

Shera went into the kitchen where Tifa was cooking the turkey. As soon as everyone

arrived, there was another knock on the door. Cloud answered it.

"S....S.....s......s...Sephiroth????"

Sephiroth stood there with a Santa cap on and a sack full of presents.

"Come on, Cloud. It's Christmas. Let's call a truce and give the gift of yuletide merry."

Sephiroth said.

"Sure, there's room. Sit where Cid was going to sit."

Sephiroth sat down at the table and the turkey was served. An hour later after everyone

was done eating, Shera, concerned where Cid was, went outside. It was snowing, so he

couldn't have taken off. She walked to the inn.

"A pilot dude? Yeah, he came here. He's upstairs."

Shera walked upstairs. As she approached the door, she heard sobbing coming from inside

the room. She knocked on it.

"Who the @#$% is it?"

"Shera, Captain."

"GO AWAY, @$%^#&!!!!"

"At least, tell everyone why you're like this!"

"No!!!"

Shera opened the door. Cid was sitting on the bed his face in his hands. She sat down on

the side of the bed he was sitting.

"What's the matter? Why do you hate Christmas?"

"My alcoholic father ruined it for us every year..."

Shera put her hand on his shoulder.

"He would come home, too drunk to tell us Merry Christmas. Sure he gave presents, but

they were to his favorite barmaids, the ones he sleeps with on the weekends. One time, my

younger sister told him Merry Christmas, she sure earned her wings. Papa kicked her right

out the window! Her neck broke."

Shera turned him around to face her. She pulled out something from her pocket. It was a

small present. He opened it and his eyes widened.

"I had to give up half my life savings to convince Rufus to make that for you."

It was a pair of gold 'Pilot first Class' wings. Instead of the Shinra logo in the middle, it was

a horse's head and in the middle of the horse's head was 'Tiny Bronco'. He read the note

written by Rufus. It also was a congratulations and a little note saying Merry Christmas,

you old pilot joke. Cid's eyes watered as he hugged her. She smiled as she hugged back.

"Merry Christmas, Cid."

"M....Merry Christmas, Shera..."

The presents were about ready to be opened when the door opened and Santa Claus

walked in with Shera.

"Merry Christmas!!!!" He sat down and passed out presents.

"Cid???" Everyone asked.

He smiled. "No, not Cid. Tell them, Mrs Claus."

Shera sarcastically whispered, "It's Cid."

"You missed the dinner, Captain." Cloud smiled.

"Santa had to make a few runs before coming here."

Sephiroth smiled wickedly and yanked the beard right off. It was Cid.

"You pig @$#%^*!!!! *AHEM* Charming little silver headed psychopath."