Jane's p.o.v

Jane hadn't made a Santa's wish-list since the tender age of 9 partly through the fact she didn't believe in Santa anymore (at least that's what she told everyone) and partly because she did in fact believe.

When she was much younger she wanted to believe in Santa and the wonder of Christmas and until she was a certain age it was okay to do so but as she grew older the adults around her did get angry at her for being..yeah, for what Jane asked herself many times.

Maybe adults didn't want her to believe in the wonder of all that is Christmas, Jane mused, because life did hurt them badly at some point in their life and they felt that growing up was giving up dreams and believes of the good and the beauty that life would bring, or maybe they were jealous of the innocent that a child held within her little bubbly worlds of dragons and fairies and because they had lost through the years.

Now that she had grown up and was an adult herself she felt the spirit of Christmas still deep in her heart, hidden beneath a layer of badassery and adulthood's disappointments.

And now Christmas was near and it is another year where she, at least in her head, wrote a wish she knew never would come true but still was the same for the 5th year in a row.

'Is it too much to ask for someone to love you, to hold you and to stay by your side through sickness and health, through the rough and the happy times? Is it too much to ask for Maura's love?'

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And as the evening fell and she lay in her bed and dreamed of this beautiful angel with golden heart, she wondered why she never took a chance; visit Maura at her half a million house at Beacon Hill with a bouquet of her favorite flowers and a bag full of fudge clusters and confessed her undying love to Maura and maybe just maybe Maura loves her back, just like in her dreams, just like she wishes every year since she met her: Quirky Maura Dorthea Isles.

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