Letters to a Lost Boy

Dear Peter ~10~

Dear Peter,
Well, it's Christmas Eve. Yesterday I sat and watched the clock, until it told me it was midnight. I don't remember why?

Christmas is supposed to be a time to see loved ones, and I think I have done a pretty good job. However something I have noticed, Christmas trees are becoming more and more arty. For example everyone's seems to be colour co-ordinated, like Opal's. Hers is all blues and silvers, giving it the look off a fresh breath off cold air. It's beautiful.

And like Shadows, with it's reds and golds, resembling a Autumn day. Again beautiful.

But then there is ours, with our blue and yellow lights, and tinsel that doesn't go all the way around so kind of just clumps, awkwardly at the bottom. Ours has no scheme, no plan. Just a jumbled mess of festivities. Though, out off all the trees I have seen ours is my favourite. Okay maybe I'm slightly bias, but I do have reasons. Each decoration on that tree means something, has a story of some sort.
There is a rainbow fairy, that I've had since I was small, that I still remember buying. A Santa bell we got Jonny so he would stop crying one year. And, of course, my favourite off all the decorations. My grandma's glass drops.
They fall kind off like water droplets, long and thin at the top and ending in I drop at the bottom.

It was my job to put them on the tree this year, and I was terrified that I would break them.

Anyway, I didn't come here to talk decorations. My point is, even though it's a mess, it's still beautiful. I think that goes for a lot of things. Especially people.

But Peter, even though what I'm about to say might just win an award for "Most Cheesiest Quote Ever", I would happily trade all my gifts this year, if it meant I could see you. Easily. Because, I miss you, more than I ever thought I would.

Do you still have pip spitting contests? Has anyone beaten my high score yet?
I bet they haven't, how I did that I will never know.

Do you even have Christmas in Neverland?
Hanukkah?
Anything?
You never did like giving people things, especially the lost boys. Or me. But I never needed anything, Neverland was like a holiday park. It had everything I ever needed. Well, at the age of 10.

Tomorrow as I open presents, and smile, I will think of you, and your smile. Though I mustn't dwindle on it, it does not do good to rest on dreams and forget to live. But, then again since when were you a dream?

Yours truly,
H xx