Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan or any of the other charecters in this story. I would tell you who they do belong to if I knew. However I did base this story off of the 2003 movie.
I hope you enjoy my story!!!
Peter sat still on the hand-made bed in the Lost Boys' underground tree house. Well, it wasn't the Lost Boys' house anymore. No, they had left, for a different place. A place with school and jobs. A place with cars and proper clothes. A place with people. People with feelings. That's what Wendy had said.
Wendy.
Peter turned over and pulled out his pipe then began to play. It had been only a short time since they had left, Wendy, John, Michael, Slightly, Nibbs, Tootles, Curly, and the twins. He wasn't sure quite how long it had been. Tink had said a month, but to Peter it felt like a good couple years. A day didn't end that he hadn't thought of them all. He had been very lonely. He of course came to visit, but only for short periods at night, to hear stories, and talk a little.
He decided to go back again, that very night. As soon as the sun peeked up, he headed straight into the sky, Tinkerbell flying beside him. He left during the day of course, because the time was different where Wendy lived.
He passed planets and stars unknown, almost reaching the magical barrier that separated Neverland from the other worlds. He braced himself for the speeding rush of stars and time, but it never came. He had merely stopped in front of the barrier, unable to get through. He stuck his hand forward, pushing it at the barrier, but it was as if he were pushing a wall. He slammed and scratched and pushed, until finally, he was able to slide through. He continued, wondering why the barrier had been so hard to get through. He decided to worry about it later, as he had just come to the Darling's house. He flew to the room he had always flown to, and peered into the open window.
The room was a marvelous sight. There were streamers of a golden color hanging around the room, and there were paper angels and bells posted on the walls. Oddly shaped socks hung above the fire place. A small tree stood in the corner, decorated with shiny balls and sparkling paper string, topped with a beautiful golden star.
The boys were all there, sitting and talking, some were wrapping strange objects in colorful paper, while others drew on thicker, folded paper. He popped into the window, looking around for Wendy as Tink zoomed around, poking at the boys.. But she wasn't there.
"Where's Wendy?" he asked, abruptly.
All the boys looked up from what they were doing, and said, in unison, "Peter!"
"Where's Wendy?" he asked again.
"It's good you've come tonight because-," began Tootles
Peter cut him off. "Where's Wendy?" he asked for a third time.
"She moved into her own bedroom," piped up Curly. "She usually comes in here but tonight she's wrapping Christmas presents, so she has to do it in her own-,"
"What's she doing?" Peter asked feeling slightly dazed.
"Wrapping Christmas presents," Curly said again.
"What's a 'Christmas presents'?" Peter asked, starting to feel very confused.
"It's a gift you give to somebody on Christmas," said Slightly, smiling. "I can't wait for tomorrow. We get presents from other people. And there's gonna be something called 'roast ham' that Wendy says is really good."
"Where is Wendy's room?" said Peter, deciding to ask the rest of his questions later.
"It's right across the hall," said Slightly. "But you can't go in there because she's
wrapping-,"
But he was too late. Peter had already flown across the room and went out the door to Wendy's room, leaving Tink to stay with the Lost Boys. He opened the door and heard Wendy.
"I told you not to come in- Oh! Peter!" She had run across the room and hugged Peter on the spot.
He merely stood there, awkwardly, not knowing what to do or say.
"It's wonderful of you to come on Christmas Eve," Wendy continued.
"What is Christmas?" he asked. Then he added, "And what is 'Christmas presents'?"
Wendy stopped, looking confused then realization spread on her face. "I forgot. You don't know what Christmas is, do you?"
Peter shook his head.
"Of course, the boys didn't know either. I can't believe you've never had Christmas."
"What is it?" Peter asked, beginning to feel frustrated.
"It's a holiday," said Wendy, easily. "It celebrates a time a giving. That's why give presents to each other."
"You mean like a kiss?" Peter asked eagerly. Wendy had given him a kiss once before. It had been a small metal thing that could fit on his finger. Wendy had said it was for sewing. Peter had had no use for it, so of course he traded it to one of the Pirates long ago for something else. Peter had also given Wendy a kiss in return; a copper berry. She had put it on a necklace and it had saved her from being shot.
Wendy nodded, giggling.
Peter grinned. "Then I shall stay to watch the giving of these presents."
"I must tell you, though; the holiday is about giving, not receiving. However, getting presents is awful fun." She smiled at him.
Peter smiled back, but the grin then faltered. "Wendy?" he asked. "I don't have any kisses with me. What am I to give?"
Wendy frowned slightly, thinking. "I hadn't thought about that. I suppose you could make something with some of the boys' left over materials. You could make cards."
"And if I do make something who am I to give it to?" Peter asked.
"Anyone you want to. Probably someone you like or admire. Someone you're close to."
Peter thought for a moment, his eyes narrowing in concentration. "But there are so many. How am I possibly to choose?"
Wendy smiled again. "You don't have to only make one for one person, you know. You can make many to give to several different people."
Peter flew in to the air, obviously excited. "Then I shall make one for everyone! You, the boys, Michael, John, Tink..." He continued to call people while he flew across the hall. "Smee, the mermaids, all the other fairies, Tiger Lily and the Indians..."
Wendy sighed, shaking her head, grinning. "You do that, Peter." she said in an amused voice.
"Where am I to start?" he asked.
"Go make some cards with the Lost Boys. John will explain everything to you. I've to wrap my gifts."
Peter watched as she shut the door and then headed in to the boy's room.
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