A/N: Aww L is happy! Let's just hope it stays that way. Vote on my poll! I want to know what you think; the poll is displayed on my profile! :D Sorry it took a little long for this update, one of my closest friends passed away on the 26/11/12, she was too young to go. Still can't get my head around the thought that she's gone! So I'm really sorry about the wait, but here is chapter 5!

Chapter 5: Christmas

It was a week before Christmas. This was the first Christmas that I would experience. My father never mentioned such an event, so of course I was rather confused when Faith put a tree in the Living room. Trees belong outside, don't they? That was the first time that I decorated a Christmas tree. It was so fun; I wanted to decorate twelve Christmas trees!

Faith brought in two cups of hot chocolate, one for herself and one for me. As soon as the chocolatey drink entered my mouth, I felt like I was in heaven. Faith put a Christmas film on and brought in two slices of chocolate cake; a slice each. We ate in silence as we watched the film, which was surprisingly rather entertaining. I soon grew tired; it was way past my bed time. Faith carried me up to my bed, and somewhere along the way I had fallen asleep, I did not remember falling asleep in my bed anyhow.

The next morning was a chilly morning. Even though England was chilly anyway; today was really chilly. Not that I minded though, I was going to see Father Christmas in the local shopping centre today! I was like every other three year old at this time of year… determined to be the best behaved child in the world. I may have been a genius, but I was still a child. And a child that doesn't believe in Father Christmas is like pancakes without a jar of jam and a bottle of syrup followed by 8 sugar cubes. It just doesn't happen. Never has done, never will.

I was on my way to go and meet Father Christmas; I was literally bouncing in my booster seat. Faith had a Christmas tape playing and was laughing all the way. Everything was perfect!

Being the curious child I was, my aim for the day was to find out which countries he visited first, and then find out how his beard was so long. I had never seen such a long beard… did he have to comb it every day? Did his elves help him? How is he balding at the crown if he has so much facial hair? I mentally ordered the questions in importance; the beard questions were definitely at the top.

No matter how well we plan things, things often go wrong. That is what I learned from my visit to Father Christmas.

We were queuing to get into his grotto. There was a friendly looking elf outside, telling the excited children when it was their turn to go in; and taking the pound coin from their little hands. I was about 4th in line, I couldn't contain my excitement. I was jumping everywhere, poor Faith had to put me on her shoulders to that I didn't run into the grotto out of pure excitement. There was a little blonde boy in front of me; he couldn't have been much older than me. He had deep brown eyes and he was clutching a teddy bear that looked as if it had been dragged through a bush of thorns. The teddy looked like it was very much loved; it made me want my blanket; which I had left in the car so that Father Christmas didn't think that I was a baby or something. It made me sad to think that I didn't have my blanket with me; it was the closest thing to me. It was the only thing that stuck by me through thick and thin. Faith noticed that I had quietened down. Concerned was the understatement here.

"What's the matter, L?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking about how sad, lonely and cold my blanket must feel all the way in the car. I didn't hesitate to think that maybe he wanted to see Father Christmas as well, I was selfish!" My lips were quivering, I needed my blanket. I sound really childish here, but I was only 3. The majority of three year olds have a teddy or something that they feel close to. My blanket was the only possession I owned that was rightfully mine.

I was quickly deprived of my thoughts, the line had moved so quickly that I was now next in line. I was once again excited; the hyper, jumpy feeling had once again returned.

There was a crashing sounds coming from Father Christmas' grotto. Faith took a large step back; with me still on her shoulders. The next thing the grotto went up in flames; and there were fire alarms going off in the whole shopping centre. Faith put me down realising that she wouldn't be able to run out of the building and carry me. I was instructed to follow.

I couldn't help being a curious child, and the little boy was still with Father Christmas in the grotto. I couldn't leave them to burn like the rest of the shopping centre had. I edged closer to the grotto, Faith has long gone, I was all alone once again. The roof of the grotto collapsed, causing me to jump back in fear. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Father Christmas, lying on the floor surrounded by the fire. The little boy was nowhere to be seen. I made my way to him, jumping swiftly through the flame, which was a thin layer surrounding Father Christmas.

"Hey! Mister Father Christmas! C'mon, you need to get out of here!" His face was planted on the ground, but I could see how shaky the man was. "You need to get out of here, before the fire spreads!" By now the ring of fire around them was slowly crowding us, about to cook the both of us alive. "Come on Father Christmas, I'm not ready to die yet, and neither are you! Come on, let's get out of here!"

The man turned his head to see me staring at him, covered in soot from the now destroyed grotto. "You need to get out! Don't you worry about me; you need to get back to your parents!"

Father Christmas saw that I was not going to move, he quickly got to his feet; his leg looked injured. He picked me up, carrying me like a baby, covered me in his jacket and leaped through the fire once again, fast enough to not be burnt. We just about made it out of the building when he collapsed, gasping for breath. A member of staff approached us, with a man in a suit following behind. The man in the suit was carrying a blanket. He scooped me up; it was then that I realised that it was my blanket that he was holding. I held it tight, sobbing into the scent of myself.

"Hey now, come on. You're ok, don't cry son." The man pulled me closer to him; I looked up to see a kind face. He was middle aged, with glasses on his nose. Who was he? How did he have my blanket? Where was Faith?

I turned my head to look at Father Christmas. It turned out that he was a young man, and he was rather thin. His beard was pretend and his hair was brown, not grey. An ambulance was pulling up just as the kind man carried me away.

"Mister kind man, he is going to be okay; isn't he?"

"I'm sure that he will be fine. Come on, let's get away from here."

The kind man sat me in the back seat of his car. He drove away from the shopping centre; leaving all the events of the day behind. I never saw Faith again; apparently she gave the man the blanket and told him to give it to the little boy with black hair and dark eyes. I fell asleep in the car, dreaming about a magnificent chocolate cake.

A/N: This was so sad to write Bad luck just seems to follow little L everywhere! Sorry for the late post, chapter 6 will be soon!