But I'm Barely Breathing (A The Script FanFic) (Sequel to Millionaires)

Chapter 15- Twas the Night Before Christmas

Here, unlike with Dan, there is a bit of Christmas. The songs are sung out of tune and lines invented and the tree is just a large twig decorated with tin foil and old ribbons, but Gale likes it.

"What is Christmas?" Gale asks, pulling my hand. I pause for a moment, trying to think of words, before smiling to myself at the thought.

"Umm...Christmas is food. Lots of food. And it's songs, and it's trees and presents and Santa! And Christmas is...happy." I say as she gazes up at me.

"What's Santa?" She asks and I can't help but raise my eyebrows in surprise.

"Santa is father Christmas! He has a big beard and a big belly and a big red coat! He rides a siege pulled by reindeers and comes down your chimney and if you are good leaves you presents!" I say excitably.

"Oh..." she says, her face falling, "Am I not good?" She asks her big grey eyes wide and sad, confusing me.

"Of course you’re good small! You are better than good! You are...you are iced buns good!" I say and she giggles but I can't help but still feel sad. How come a sweet little girl like her isn't on Santa's list? I was once, though I haven't been for a long, long time. But I remember him coming once when I was little.

"Maybe Santa can't find us here Gale. Maybe he can only find you at home. Where you grew up." I say.

"But I don't know where that is." She says. "I've never had a Christmas before." I look at her for a moment; that doesn't make sense cause surely everyone has Christmas! Christmas is a day! And you can't not have a day! But she knows nothing of trees and Christmas food and songs and presents and Santa. I know I don't know much, Dan always told me so, but I do know everyone should have Christmas, and I know Santa shouldn't miss off someone like Gale. And then, suddenly, I have an idea; maybe I could buy a red coat and eat lots of pies and grow a beard, and then, then I could be her Santa!

…I wonder where you can buy reindeers in Dublin…

*Cat's POV*

I can feel my eyelids beginning to fall as I reach around in the cupboard for a mug. As I place one on the counter I become aware of voices from the small table in the corner of the room.

"Dan, come on, please." Glen says pleadingly to pile of arms and a head on the table. Danny groans some inaudible reply and Glen sighs. "Come on, your tea is getting cold." Glen says pushing the mug further towards Danny.

"I don't care." Danny mumbles, his voice broken, as though he has been crying.

Glen catches me looking and gives me a pleading expression and I nod. "Okay, well I'm going to check on Cassidy then." Glen says standing up and giving Danny a small pat on the arm.