Title – Secret Santa
Author – Moonbeam
Summary – Stiles comes home to find an envelope on his door. Inside is an anonymous gift…is his Secret Santa ever going to be revealed?
Warnings – Nada
Rating – Teen – I was debating…porn for Christmas?
Disclaimer – I don't own anything, but oh the fun that could be had if I did.
Author's Notes – And this year's cliché for Christmas is…Secret Santa (anonymous gift giving).

This is going to be short. I swear this is going to be short. Not like my short big bang which hit 60K but actually short, and finished by Christmas. Spaghettitacos is running the pool of how deluded I am. Enjoy…

Secret Santa
by Moonbeam

Stiles came back to his room to find an envelope stuck to the door. It was large, the size of a piece of paper and industrial yellow. Stiles was written across it in looping…Stiles didn't even want to call that handwriting – it looked too nice to be handwriting and it certainly wasn't familiar.

Stiles pulled it off the door and let himself in. His roommate was nowhere to be seen so Stiles threw his bag on the bed, plugged his iPhone in to play music and pulled his assignment out of his bag. He settled down to work and completely forgot about the envelope until Nathan, his roommate, opened the door and he was yanked out of his studying mode. Stiles walked over to his bed and flopped back into the covers, the envelope crinkling under his backside. Stiles twisted around and yanked it from under him.

"What's that?" Nathan asked, stripping off without a thought to Stiles not really wanting to see him naked.

Stiles shrugged. "No idea, it was on the door."

"Then open it."

"Then put on pants."

Nathan laughed at him and turned to standing in front of his cupboard naked. Stiles rolled his eyes – he really wished Nathan wore underwear. Stiles focussed on the envelope and slide the flap up. Inside were a laminated piece of paper and a slip of lined white paper.

He opened the letter first, the same elegant writing that was on the front of the envelope scrawled over the paper.

Stiles,

We're coming up to Christmas and this time of year makes me think of you.

I don't feel comfortable giving gifts, and perhaps I have grown unaccustomed to doing so. So, I'm going give this to you anonymously.

Just know that even though I have not signed this you are cared for and you are important to people.

Have a Merry Christmas, Stiles. You deserve it.

Santa

Stiles frowned at the letter and then looked at the laminated sheet. It was a certificate to mark a donation made in his name to the Breast Cancer Foundation. Stiles bit down on his lip and felt the old, familiar ache he always had when he thought about his mum and her death. He gave to them twice a year, on her birthday and the anniversary of her death but he had never talked about it to anyone. His father had never said anything when his pocket money would disappear around those dates and Stiles would be hunting around the house for enough money to buy his newest comic book. Only two people knew about it at all, Scott and his father, but he had never actually told either of them.

Stiles ran a finger along the logo on the certificate and thought of the box of receipts he had with the same logo. A part of him knew he should be worried about somebody giving him presents without him knowing who they were. But, at the moment, he just didn't care. He stuck the letter and the certificate to the board over his table.

"I'm going out," Nathan said, "going to get my drink on and find someone blonde."

Stiles shook his head. "That's your only standard?"

"Yep." Nathan nodded at Stiles and left.

Stiles threw himself back onto the bed but his eyes kept drifting back to the piece of paper.

TBC…