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aragarnaTitle: The Letter
Author: Aragarna
Genre, rating: gen, Christmas fluff, kid!Peter, general audience.
Character: Peter
Spoiler: 5x08 (not that the references to episodes are really important plot points)
Words: ~500
Summary: Peter writes his letter to Santa
Author's Note: This is my entry for the H/C Advent though it's zero H/C and total Fluff. Unbetaed.
The Letter
Peter sat at his little desk by the window of his bedroom. His mum brought a chair from the living room and sat by his side. Peter opened one of the spiral-bound notebooks she had given to him so that he could practice writing. He flipped the pages until he found one that was virgin and carefully tore it out. He placed the page in front of him on his desk and grabbed his favorite pen – the one with four colors. He glanced at his mother, who smiled at him encouragingly, and with great application he started writing his letter.
Dear Santa,
For Christmas I would like
Peter paused, staring at his paper and flipping his pen nervously in his hand.
“Go ahead, Peter sweetie,” his mother said softly.
“Can I write everything I want?”
“Of course, you can. You write everything you would like to receive, and Santa will do his best to bring you as many as he can.” Tousling his hair with a tender hand, she added: “Maybe he won’t bring everything but you’ll have not to be sad, okay?”
“Okay.”
“So, go ahead, make your list.”
Peter started writing again, bent over his paper, his tongue stuck out in concentration. Watching over his shoulder, his mum helped him with the orthography of the difficult names.
“You’re finished?” she asked.
Peter nodded.
“Okay, sweetie. This is great. Don’t forget to sign your name.”
Peter diligently did as he was told and gave the letter to his mum. She took the letter and carefully folded it in two.
“We’ll give it and your sister’s to your father when he’ll be back from work, and he’ll post them tomorrow.”
Peter nodded vigorously, a satisfied grin on his face.
After his mother left, Peter put his elbows on his desk and resting his chin in his hands, he looked by the window at the heavy flakes falling slowly down the sky. It had been snowing almost all week and the garden was covered by a thick layer of snow. Peter loved winter. Hopefully tomorrow it’d be sunny and he and his sister could go play in the snow, and make a giant snowman. Maybe they could also make a dinosaur. A giant dinosaur like he had seen at the Museum.
If he didn’t get everything, Peter really hoped Santa would at least bring him a big dinosaur. And the Viking helmet.
Note: this is a picture of Tim DeKay at 5, so should be from 1968, but I thought it would make more sense if Peter had 7, to write his letter. Not that we really know Peter's age anyway...
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Author: Aragarna
Genre, rating: gen, Christmas fluff, kid!Peter, general audience.
Character: Peter
Spoiler: 5x08 (not that the references to episodes are really important plot points)
Words: ~500
Summary: Peter writes his letter to Santa
Author's Note: This is my entry for the H/C Advent though it's zero H/C and total Fluff. Unbetaed.
The Letter
Peter sat at his little desk by the window of his bedroom. His mum brought a chair from the living room and sat by his side. Peter opened one of the spiral-bound notebooks she had given to him so that he could practice writing. He flipped the pages until he found one that was virgin and carefully tore it out. He placed the page in front of him on his desk and grabbed his favorite pen – the one with four colors. He glanced at his mother, who smiled at him encouragingly, and with great application he started writing his letter.
Dear Santa,
For Christmas I would like
Peter paused, staring at his paper and flipping his pen nervously in his hand.
“Go ahead, Peter sweetie,” his mother said softly.
“Can I write everything I want?”
“Of course, you can. You write everything you would like to receive, and Santa will do his best to bring you as many as he can.” Tousling his hair with a tender hand, she added: “Maybe he won’t bring everything but you’ll have not to be sad, okay?”
“Okay.”
“So, go ahead, make your list.”
Peter started writing again, bent over his paper, his tongue stuck out in concentration. Watching over his shoulder, his mum helped him with the orthography of the difficult names.
- a viking helmet
- a sheriff costume with a badge and a cowboy hat
- a dinosaur preferentially a
TyranoTyrannosaurus-Rex but a Triceratops is okay too - a new baseball uniform because the one you
bringbrought me two years ago is too small - a book called treasure island by Robert Louis Stevenson
- a firefighter truck with a folding ladder
- a basketball
- a telescope or maybe a map of the sky
“You’re finished?” she asked.
Peter nodded.
“Okay, sweetie. This is great. Don’t forget to sign your name.”
Peter diligently did as he was told and gave the letter to his mum. She took the letter and carefully folded it in two.
“We’ll give it and your sister’s to your father when he’ll be back from work, and he’ll post them tomorrow.”
Peter nodded vigorously, a satisfied grin on his face.
After his mother left, Peter put his elbows on his desk and resting his chin in his hands, he looked by the window at the heavy flakes falling slowly down the sky. It had been snowing almost all week and the garden was covered by a thick layer of snow. Peter loved winter. Hopefully tomorrow it’d be sunny and he and his sister could go play in the snow, and make a giant snowman. Maybe they could also make a dinosaur. A giant dinosaur like he had seen at the Museum.
If he didn’t get everything, Peter really hoped Santa would at least bring him a big dinosaur. And the Viking helmet.
Note: this is a picture of Tim DeKay at 5, so should be from 1968, but I thought it would make more sense if Peter had 7, to write his letter. Not that we really know Peter's age anyway...
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