Illysa stood on a stool, reaching to the top of the evergreen tree as high as she could reach. The bottom was full of bright bulbs and snowmen ornaments, but ornaments on the top were a little scarce.

"Oh, phooey!" she cried as she gave up in frustration. "This is stupid."

Rising off the stool, she floated up to the top of the tree and placed a snowflake on one of the boughs. She turned as she heard a gasp from her mother.

"What? You know that I can fly, Mom," Illysa sighed, slightly annoyed.

"I know, honey, I just, well, I just can't get used to it as quickly as you do, I suppose." Mrs. Miller gave her daughter an apologetic smile, handing her an ornament to place on the tall evergreen.

Slowly descending, Illysa took her mother's outstretched hand and gracefully landed on the floor.

"Mother," she started to ask slowly, "do you think - well, that is - do you suppose, um -"

"What is it dear?" Michelle put her hands on Illysa's shoulders, and turned her daughter's face toward her's.

"I was just hoping that - well, that Peter would come for Christmas." Illysa finally finished her sentence, blushing a deep red.

"Oh, I see," said her mother, smiling. Becoming more serious, Michelle hugged her daughter, and said, "I'm sure Peter will come. You invited him yourself, didn't you?" She playfully punched Illysa on the arm, then went back to decorating the tree.

Illysa looked out the window, snowflakes dancing slowly on the wind. Yes, she had invited him herself. That was true. Yet that did not guarantee a visit. Sighing, she remembered when Peter left for Neverland three months before.

"You won't forget me, will you, Illysa?" Peter gazed into her eyes, the green deepening as he came closer, his breath warming her face.

"Me, forget you? Never." Illysa had sworn, and she had kept her promise. Before Peter left, she had asked him one favor.

"Please, come for Christmas."

Peter looked confused. "What's Christmas?"

Illysa was surprised. "You don't know what Christmas is?! Well, Christmas is wonderful. You-" she paused. "You know, come back in three months. Then I'll let you know what Christmas is." She smiled at Peter, and the boy knew he had been manipulated into coming back to Illysa's home. He smiled at her craftiness, then flew away. Not that coming back was a terribly bad idea. Illysa gave him... feelings. Feelings he didn't know or understand. Not even Wendy gave him the feelings he felt for Illysa. He shook his head, called to Tinker Bell, and left for Neverland.

Staring out at the brilliantly clear sky, twinkling with a million brilliantly clear stars, Illysa sighed. She began to get a strange feeling inside, really strange, actually. It caused this weird bubbling type of sensation inside her gut, like her hydrochloric acid was boiling. She had never felt this way before... like she had to... to sing?

"Great, this isn't a Disney movie. Illysa pull yourself together. I'm - I'm... stop! I'm wishing - ugh - ok, ok, I'll sing."

She looked behind her, shut her bedroom door, and opened her mouth.

I'm wishing on a star
And trying to believe
That even though it's far
He'll find me Christmas Eve.

I know that Peter's busy,
'Cause he's never come around; I think of him,
When Christmas comes to town

A boy sat in a tree, handling a small twig, using an arrowhead to whittle away at it.

"What do you think, Tink?" he asked, holding up the twig.

It looks like a... a - um what is it?

"Not the twig, Tink. What do you think about taking a trip to see Illysa? For Christmas." Peter paused. That word felt weird on his tongue. Christmas. What was this time or thing that had Illysa so excited?

Tink pouted. She didn't want to think about Peter spending time with that girl, or any girl for that matter, excluding herself, of course.

Don't you think she lives rather far? Tink smiled slyly.

"No farther than Wendy," Peter pointed out.

Yes, but Wendy lives terribly far as we-

"Tink, don't you want to go see Illysa?" Peter eyed her closely. "She saved your life, after all."

How could Tink forget! Of course, she chimed, Let's go.

Illysa opened her bedroom window, the cold air ruffling her hair slightly as a breeze passed by. The urging was coming on strong again, and she didn't dare let it sit for too long, else she might vomit.

When Tink's bells ring

I listen all around

The herald angels sing

(Where did that come from? Illysa wondered)

I never hear a sound

"Come on Tink!" Peter cried, "We have to hurry!"

I'm coming... I'm coming... Tink huffed.

He flew faster than he had ever dared to before, not wanting to risk missing one of the most important days of his life, spending Christmas (who knows what that is) with Illysa.

He flew up to the window he had broken a few months before. Illysa was sitting on her bed, staring at a book. Peter knocked on the window, waiting for recognition

Illysa looked up, and screamed.

"Peter!" She ran to the window and opened it wide.

Peter floated in, and gasped when Illysa enveloped him into a warm hug.

"So Illysa, what is Christmas?" he asked, looking around in curiosity.

Illysa smiled widely. "Let me show you. "

Illysa: The best time of the year, when every one comes home, There's so much Christmas cheer I'll never feel alone

She led him down the stairs and ignored her parents stares as she continued.

Illysa: Putting up the Christmas tree with friends who come around; there's so much fun when Christmas comes to town.

Presents for the children, dressed in red and green...

Peter: All the things I've heard about, but never really seen!

Both: No one will be sleeping on the night of Christmas Eve, hoping Santa's on his way!

Illysa: When I hear Tink's bells ring, I listen all around

Peter: The joyful music rings, it's such a happy sound

Both: and all the dreams of children that are lost will all be found.

Illysa: That's all I want

Peter: That's all I want

Both: When Christmas comes to town

Illysa's mother just stood there, her mouth agape. Finally she spoke.

"Why, Illysa, you never told me you sang. It's like you transported into a Disney movie!"

Illysa giggled, looked into Peter's eyes and said, "Yes, I suppose I have mother. Merry Christmas, Peter. I'm so glad you could come."

I am so sorry for this lame chapter but it should get better. I wasn't really inspired, but I hope it gets better. Please review good or bad so I know how you like it and I will try to write a story worth reading. Also please tell me if you liked this chapter or if you thought it was lame... Thank You!