This is a collection of Santa letters from none others but your truly, the Strawhats! I thought it would be a lot of fun to write, so I decided to try! I got the inspiration a while back when I saw this stocking that said "Dear Santa... I can explain..." I instantly thought of Nami, then got to thinking about what she'd wish for for Christmas. Then that got me started on everyone else. So... yeah.

It first is wasn't intended, but it worked out that way. I've been trying to think of something to write for my friend Digital for Christmas. I went through so many ideas I thought my brain would combust. But now, I have something. So this is for you, Digital! A collection of short little drabbles! Why? Because you're one of my best friends and I love you. And I think I may cry if you don't like it T.T. Thank you for always being there for me; without you, I'd still be a n00b-writer who didn't know the differance between 'your' and 'you're'. I truly hope you have the best Christmas ever this year, because you deserve it.

Going Merry

"AHHHHH!"

"AHHHHH!"

"AHHHHH!"

"Would you stop with the damn SCREAMING? I'm trying to sleep here, damn it!"

Nami sighed, resting her forehead on her palm in annoyance. The screams of Chopper, Luffy, and Usopp was drilling a hole through her ear and out the other at the moment, no matter how much she tried to tune it out. And Zoro really wasn't helping matters at all.

"Shut up, you idiots!" Sanji snapped. "Can't you see my Nami-san is trying to get some peace and quiet?"

"Sanji, Sanji, it's terrible!" Chopper yelled, tackling the mans left leg and staring up at him with tears in his eyes. "It's TERRIBLE!"

"What's terrible?" Sanji exclaimed. "What, did Luffy eat all of your medical supplies again?"

"I only did that once, and they looked like meat!" Luffy protested, who had momentarily stopped his continuous running in favor of joining in on the conversation. That is, for five seconds until he started running and screaming again.

"They were in jars!" Sanji cried.

"Haven't you ever heard of canned meat?"

"Um... no..."

"Gah, you're so stupid, Sanji! Meat can be in jars! Haven't you ever heard of mincemeat?"

"..."

Luffy blinked at the chef's silence. And then, something clicked in his brain. Which, for Luffy, was an extremely rare occurrence. "Sanji! Sanji! It's TERRIBLE!"

"WHAT THE HELL IS SO TERRIBLE?" Sanji finally roared.

"Santa isn't going to bring us presents!" Chopped wailed.

"..." Nami finally looked up from the map she had been hunched over and raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Isn't that awful, Nami?" the captain asked his navigator.

"Um, Luffy, I have some bad news to you... about, um, Santa Claus..." Nami muttered apprehensively.

"Yeah, I already know!" Luffy assured her in a serious tone. "He isn't going to give us presents!"

Nami sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before standing up and leaning against the rail, arm supporting her weight, as she said, "No, it isn't that... You see, Santa Claus isn't..."

"Oh let him believe in his stupid Santa," Zoro grumbled. He was leaning against the post of the ship, arms crossed behind his head, eyes still shut as his legs stretched out lazily in front of him. "No use telling him Santa isn't real. Bedsides, do you really think he'd believe you?"

"...Good point," Nami admitted. She eyed Chopper, Usopp and Luffy, who were now huddled in a corner and discussing only God-knows-what. "Hey, Usopp," Nami said, something finally dawning on her. "You don't still believe in Santa Claus, do you?"

"Why of course I do!" Usopp proclaimed, standing up straight, hunching his shoulders back with his hands clenched, puffing out his chest. "I, The Great Usopp-sama, once saved Christmas! And I met Santa!"

"WOOOOW!" Luffy and Chopper chorused, eyes bugging out, staring at Usopp in shock and admiration.

"Did you really? What was he like, Usopp?"

"Why, he was absolutely HUGE! His belly was almost as big as the ship!" Usopp exclaimed in an impressive tone.

"WOW! I knew Santa was fat, but not THAT fat!" Luffy said.

"Oh yes, he had to be in order to hold all the presents! You see, every year, Santa swallows allll the presents and when he flies over a house, he spits them out!"

"EH? SO COOL!" This was Chopper, whose jaw had dropped far too much to be considered even slightly possible.

"Yup! And one year, when he was flying over my chimney! I saw him choking. So I immediately went out and..."

"What is the story about today?" came a silky question.

Nami peered up from the map she had went back to drawing; she figured that with Usopp, the story would go on for quite a while and give her ample time to finish. She watched as Robin softly closed the door to the lower deck behind her and stepped out, short black hair blowing slightly in the sea breeze.

"Ah, Robin-chan!" Sanji quipped, sliding over to her side. "Would you like anything? The wind's a bit chilly; some hot chocolate? Coffee? A blanket? Me to curl up with you in it?"

"Coffee would be nice," Robin said calmly, cutting off Sanji in mid-rant.

"Of course! Anything for my beautiful Robin-chaaaan!" Sanji sang as he quickly turned to prepare a freshly-brewed cup of coffee.

"Hey, hey, Sanji!" Luffy cried. "Can I have some hot chocolate?"

"Get it yourself!" Sanji replied. "Don't you have a story to finish listening to?"

"No, I have something more important to say!" Luffy stated.

"Aww!" Chopped whined. "But Usopp just got to the part where he was mud-wrestling Prancer and Comet single-handedly!"

"After this!" Luffy ordered. "But now, we need to make sure Santa comes to visit the Going Merry!"

"...What?" Nami asked. Even Sanji had stopped right outside the doorway, raising a single curved eyebrow in silent questioning. Robin calmly waited for Luffy to continue, looking amused, and Zoro...

...was sleeping.

Luffy seemed to notice this too.

"Hey, Zoro, get up!" Luffy cried, stretching out his leg---and I mean really stretching---to prod Zoro on the head with his foot. After several sharp jabs to the head, Zoro realized his captain wouldn't be stopping any time soon. "What?" he grunted.

Luffy grinned, bringing his leg back to it's proper position by his side. "We're going to make sure Santa Claus visits us tonight!" Luffy repeated. "So everyone is going to write him a LETTER!"

"A letter?" Usopp repeated, blinking. Even Zoro was paying attention to the insane captain now.

"Yeah!" Luffy nodded. "We have to send him a letter saying we've been good this year, and what we want for Christmas!"

"Um, Luffy, I'm not sure if anyone's broken the news to you..." Zoro spoke up, "but we're pirates."

"Yeah, I know that, Zoro!"

"Well, aren't pirates, y'know, usually on the naughty list or something?"

Sanji chuckled. "The naughty list?"

Zoro glared. "Shut the hell up, you shitty chef!"

"What was that, algae head?"

"Dart-board eyebrow!"

"Shit swordsman!"

"Guys, cut it out!" Chopper shushed. "Santa Claus might be watching!"

"..."

"..."

"AS I was saying..." Luffy continued, "everyone needs to write a letter! Right now! And we'll send it to Santa! Chopper!"

Right on cue, Chopper trotted over to the table Nami was writing on and slid a few pieces of paper off of the top of a tall stack on the right-hand corner. He then proceeded to hand them out to each person, going as quickly as possible and tripping at least twice. But when he was done, the reindeer looked quite proud of himself.

"All right, everyone, let's get started!" Luffy laughed. And, without further ado, Luffy curled up his piece of paper, ran to Nami's desk to grab a pen, and then leap into the air to land gracefully on the lamb's head at the front of the ship.

"He can't be serious," Nami sighed, shaking her head as she eyes the piece of paper Chopped had handed to her.

"Humor him," Robin suggested, chuckling softly. "It would make captain-san happy."

"Whatever," Zoro grumbled, leaning back against the post and closing his eyes. "I'll do it later."

"If we have to do this, than you do to!" Nami snapped, grabbing a pencil and chucking it at the swordsman who was just drifting off to sleep.

"All right, all right!" Zoro sighed, massaging the spot on his forehead where the pencil had stabbed him. And then, leaning the paper against his leg, Zoro began to write.

End

That was it so far. I know it's terrible, but I tried really, really hard on it. I've been having a lot of trouble writing lately, and this was no exception. So it may not be the best... and the idea has probably been used already. But I tried.

I hope you liked it, Digital. There will be a new letter every, like, three days, I think.

As for everyone else, I don't mind if you dropped a review. If you want to give me an idea of what you'd like to see in a letter... or you could just make fun of how bad this story sucks. Whatever.