A/N: Yes, I know Lurlinemas isn't like Christmas, and Ozians don't hang up stockings, and Lurline isn't Santa, and it isn't even Christmas any more anyway. Hush.

Disclaimer: Nope, I'm just using Elphie and Glinda for my personal amusement.

Lurlinemas

"What do you want for Lurlinemas, Elphie?"

"What?"

"Well, I have to get you a present, and don't say books, because I don't even understand the titles of half the things you read - "

"Glinda. What are you talking about? Why do you have to get me anything?"

"Because it's Lurlinemas! Wait – you've never gotten presents for Lurlinemas?"

"Well, no. My father is a Unionist preacher, my sweet. He doesn't have a lot of time for Lurlinism."

"But it's not just Lurlinists, Elphie, it's everyone! You don't worship Lurline or anything, you just give people presents!"

"Sounds like a crassly commercialised religious festival to me."

"Oh, Elphie! Must you be so cynical about everything?"

"Yes. Besides, whatever you say, I don't worship Lurline, so I shan't be buying presents. And that won't change, no matter how much you pout."

"Oh, but Elphie…"

"I swear, Glinda, sometimes you are the most childish person I have ever met!"

"Hmph. Fine. I won't buy anything for you either."

"Good."

"Glinda, what is that?"

"My stocking."

"I can see that. Let me rephrase the question. What is your stocking doing hanging on the doorknob?"

"So that Lurline can put presents in it!"

"Glinda, you don't believe in Lurline."

"I know, but that doesn't really matter. The presents seem to get there anyway."

"That's because it's your parents, my sweet."

"Are you laughing at me?"

"Of course not, my pretty. But Glinda, your parents aren't at Shiz."

"So?"

"So where do you think these mysterious presents are going to come from?"

"Lurline, of course! You are silly sometimes, Elphie."

"But Glinda, you don't believe in – oh, I give up. What are you smiling at?"

"Nothing, Elphie. 'Night!"

"Goodnight, Glinda."

"Elphie! Elphie, wake up!"

"What? Why?"

"Lurline was here! Look, she brought presents!"

"I'm sure she did, but I'm asleep."

"Sweet Oz!"

"Now what?"

"Look at these shoes! Elphie, they're beautiful! Lurline has wonderful taste."

"That's still no excuse for you bouncing on my bed."

"Oh, don't be such a spoilsport, Elphie."

"Hmph."

"Oh, this is all wonderful…but, Elphie?"

"Yes, Glinda?"

"Lurline doesn't exist."

"I thought that didn't matter?"

"Well, not really, but then where did all this come from?"

"The Unnamed God, the Kumbric Witch, I don't know…"

"Elphie, no one could have got in here last night."

"Well Lurline's magic, isn't she?"

"But Elphie, I don't believe in – oh, I give up. What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, my sweet."