(a/n - I still feel a little sicky. Meh.)
22 - I Believe In Father Christmas
Jack huffed about the house, stomping his feet angrily. Father Christmas wasn't real. His presents were not sent to the North Pole, and he didn't get gifts off the elves. But apparently he wasn't supposed to let this on, because it would ruin Christmas. He had always been brought up to be truthful. Well, this wasn't truthful was it.
Little Aveline skipped downstairs to where the siblings were sitting.
"Aw! Hey! I've sent me letter to Father Christmas askin' for some dead nice hair bows this year!" She trilled happily. Jack looked up and huffed.
"Santa is a - OW!" He realised Joey had kicked him. "What?"
"I believe in Father Christmas, don't you, Jack?" His older brother whispered furiously, before turning and smiling at Aveline.
"That sounds brilliant, sweetie. I've sent my letter. Haven't you, Jack?" He looked pointedly at Jack.
"Oh, er, yeah. 'Course I 'ave!" He stanmered. Aveline grinned.
"That's real great that is!"