If he were in England he and his grandfather would've been out looking for the perfect tree that day. But he was far from England.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Micky frowned.
"Yeah, I thought you liked scrambled eggs." Mike added.
"I do. I'm just not hungry." Davy said. Then quietly excused himself.
"I wonder what's eating him?" Mike said sounding concerned. Davy laid on his bed and let out a soft sigh.
"Hi Davy." Peter grinned as he entered his and Davy's room.
"Hi." Davy said softly.
Peter ripped out a sheet of paper and grabbed a pencil.
"What are you doing?" Davy asked sitting up.
"I'm writting my letter to Santa. Have you written yours?"
"No." Davy said surprised that Peter still believed in Santa. Peter tisked. "David, how is Santa supposed to know what to get you, if you haven't told him."
"Well..."
Peter frowned. "Are you okay? You seem sad. In fact you've seemed sad for the past couple of days."
"I'm okay."
"I wonder what to ask for." Peter wondered chewing on his pencil. Then grinned.
"World peace."
"Peter that's a pretty tall order. Santa doesn't have that kind of power." Davy explained.
"Sure he does! He's Santa!" Peter grinned.
Davy left the room running a hand through his somewhat long hair. He walked by Mike and Micky.
"Hey fellas. Did you know Peter still believes in Santa?"
"He has a child's heart Davy. It doesn't surprise me at all." Mike smiled as he dried a plate.
"Hey Mike. After you finish the dishes wanna go get a tree?" Micky asked.
"Sure we can. Wanna come Dave?" Mike asked.
"No, that's okay." Davy said quietly.
Mike and Micky gave him a surprised look.
"You don't?" Micky asked.
"No. You guys go ahead."
"Okay. We'll see you later." Mike frowned.
"Bye." Davy replied quietly.
The two left the pad.
"Is it me or has Davy seemed down about something?" Mike asked.
"It's not you. He does seem sad about something." Micky admitted.
"We're on a mission to find out what's going on with him." Mike said. Micky began to hum The Mission Impossible theme song.