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Dear Santa,

I don't believe I'm doing this. I've let Granny and Snow talk me into some really crazy stuff, but this takes the cake. Granny says you're real and that, if anybody can help me with all my wolf problems, you can. Snow says it can't hurt to take a chance and just write down what I want. Who knows? she actually said. It might even come true.

Yeah, right. I bet she's planning on finding and reading this letter and then trying to give me whatever I ask for herself, all while pretending it's you doing the giving. But guess what, girlfriend? You can't give me what I want. I don't think it exists.

I want a man -- or a woman -- who, at the risk of being cheesy and cliche, will take me as I am. I want some one who's not afraid of the wolf and who can keep her, or his, own against me. At one time, I thought that person was Snow, but she has the missing half of her soul. She has Charming. I want my Charming. Only I don't care if he's a Prince or a farmer. I don't care if he's a wolf or something else. I don't care if he's even just a plain, ordinary, boring human.

Okay, so maybe not boring, but still, I just want to find my soul mate. Every guy I really like either ends up getting killed or being eaten, sometimes even by me. I don't want to eat this one -- at least, not in that way.

And, after all, if the Evil Queen can get a second chance at having her soul mate, why can't a poor, lonely wolfgirl?

I just want to be happy. It doesn't take a man to make a girl happy, but it goes a long way, especially having some one to cuddle with at nights. I even dreamed once of having a man who would lay down and hold me when I was in wolf form.

So, "Santa", do you think your bag of tricks can manage that? I thought not.

Ruby, aka The Big, Bad, Man-Eating Wolf

Dear Santa,

You did a great job delivering on my presents last year! I still can't believe everything that's changed! I found my birth mom, and now I've got this whole, big, amazing family! The stories are real -- just like I knew they were and I know you are!

But, Santa, I'm not done. I don't want to be greedy, but there's still more I want and this IS another Christmas. And it's not all for me, I swear! In fact, it's more for my Moms than it is for me at all. I just want them to be happy. They've both gone through so much, and they're both scared to trust anybody but me. They won't admit it, but I know it's true.

They need friends. They need to accept their family, and in my birth mom's case, she really needs to accept her destiny as Savior. My other mom needs to be able to CHANGE her destiny, but you can do that, right, Santa? You can do anything, so I'm asking: You've already given me the best family and moms a kid could ask for, but how about helping them now? Please, Santa, help them be happy for me, and for us all.

And thanks again for everything you've given me this year!

Henry

PS: None of the kids in my class believe you're real even though we all know magic's real now. It's a shame to see a child at Christmas who doesn't believe in you. Maybe you can help them, too, Santa? Help them to be happy. Help us all to be happy here in Storybrooke. Help us to believe and to trust and to love. I know it's a lot to ask, but I know you can do it.

PSS: And while you're doing all this other stuff, Santa, maybe you can help Grace, too, to find her dad? I know that's what would make her happy.

PSSS: Thanks again for everything! I'll try to help here to make the others happy, but I really need your help on this. We'll call it Operation: Santa Claus! Thanks again, and merry Christmas!

From Belle

Dear Santa,

I feel like a child again writing to you, but it's better than some of the other ways I've felt lately. Actually, it's better than most of the things I've been feeling for a long, long time now.

I know this is a long shot, and I know, too, that you're real, because Rumple slipped up that one Christmas and admitted that he met you once through the spinsters that cared for him when he was a child. That child was never truly happy, Santa. We both know that, and we know, too, that it's not his fault what he became. Rumple has suffered so much, both then and at other times in the past and now.

He needs help. He deserves help. But I no longer know how to reach him. I no longer know how to help him, and I know I can not trust him. Still, between you and I, Santa, as I know it's feeble to lie to you when you see straight through to a person's heart, I can't help loving him.

I'm scared of him. I'm scared of what he's become and of what he might yet do. But I can't help loving him.

I want to be happy again. I want him to be the man I thought I was marrying. I want him to be the man he tried to hide from me back in the Enchanted Forest, but never quite could. You know this man, Santa, and of all the magical beings out there to whom I could try to turn at this time (not that there's very many left in THIS time), you are the most powerful, especially at this time of year.

Will you help me, Santa? Can you help me to find the man within the beast, the man with whom I fell in love all those years ago, the man I still love today? Can you help me to make him happy, to make us both happy? Can you save what's left of our love?

There's nothing else I want for Christmas, and I'm willing to make any deal necessary -- for Rumple and for our love. That little boy deserves a chance at a happy life. The man -- my man -- deserves to be happy, and I'd rather like to think I do, too. We deserve a chance at the love I thought we had. Can you give us one, Santa, before it's too late?

Please?

I'll do anything.

Merry Christmas.

Belle

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