Santa.

I feel like I should make piece with you since I pretty much hated every Christmas I ever had at home. It's odd now that I think back – I'd give anything to endure another fight, another argument, another disaster that ends in me being either humiliated or in some kind of pain. I wish I could turn back the clock. I wish I could have played it differently. I wish I could've appreciated them more when I had the chance.

I've been told it's best not to live in the past so I'll wish for a future instead.

Danny.

And so concludes Dear Santa - a quaint little series of drabbles that got me thinking about the characters more than I'd like - seriously I am torturing some of them!

~Mea