Title: Christmas
Spoilers: none
Summary: Christmas time in the past and present and how some things always remain the same.
Author's Notes: I tried to make this non-angsty, but a little bit managed to filter in anyway.
Happy Holidays!
Then, Christmas had been about her and Tom making snowmen and snow angels until they were numb and their noses a bright red that would make Rudolph hide in shame. It had been about laughing until they were hoarse and playing tag until the last remnants of light faded from the sky and he was called home.
(It had also been about forgetting that Wayne was passed out on the couch and her mother had a brand new bruise for the holiday season.)
Now, it's sunshine and beaches and the feel of sand between her toes. It's her and Jack swinging Aaron between them and the sound of laughter just as joyous as it had been all those years ago. It's stealing kisses underneath mistletoe that Jack had sneakily hung all around her house. And it's about a little boy's eyes lighting up at all the pretty Christmas lights and the presents they went over board with.
(It's also about forgetting that they left people they loved on an island and that what they're living is a lie.)