"I didn't know what to tell him. It'll break the poor guy's heart when he hears the truth." Davy said.
"Well good luck telling him." Micky piped.
"Me?!"
"No one's going to tell him. We'll just have to keep that Santa does exist." Mike replied.
"How?" Micky cried.
"Well if he asks you if you believe in Santa. Tell him yes you do.Then later on tonight you can dress up as Santa. And Davy can be your elf." Mike explained.
"That's a great idea!" Davy grinned.
"Yeah. Hey who wants to help decorate the Christmas tree?" Mike asked.
"Me! Me! Me!" Micky yelled jumping up and down.
I wonder who's helping Grandfather with our tree. Davy thought.
Then felt sadness wash over his body again.
"Davy? Wanna help?" Micky asked.
Davy shook his head.
"What's the matter?" Mike demanded.
"Nothing." Davy said.
He entered his and Peter's room.
"Was I too harsh?" Mike asked.
"A tad."
"I'm just worried about him. These past few days all he's done is mope around. And he won't tell anyone what's bothering him." Peter re-entered the room.
"I'm worried about him too." Micky sighed.
"Are you guys talking about Davy?" Peter asked.
"Yes. Do you know what's bothering him?" Mike asked.
"He's homesick."
"Homesick? Did he tell you this?" Mike asked.
"I kinda figured it out. Why do you think he doesn't want to help you decorate and seems sad all the time? Because it reminds him of his old home. A home he really misses." Peter explained thoughtfully.
"It makes sense." Micky said.
"Yeah it does. I'll go talk to him."
"Hey Mike. Hey guys. Do you believe in Santa?"
"Sure we do." Micky said trying hard to sound like he meant it.
Peter flashed a very dimpled grin. Then looked sad. "I hope you can help Davy, Mike."
"Don't worry." Mike said.
"And try not to yell at him this time!" Micky begged.
"I didn't yell at him."
"Did too."
Mike rolled his eyes.
"He's right Mike. Watch your temper."
Mike sighed. "Fine. But I didn't yell at him." Mike walked over to Peter and Davy's room. He lightly tapped on the door. "Dave? You okay?"
Giving up on an answer he entered the room. He seen Davy laying on his bed fighting back tears.
"Why didn't you anyone how you were feeling?" Mike asked.
"I dunno. It seems easier to keep things to yourself doesn't it?" Davy asked.
"No. You don't have to keep things bottled up around us. You can talk about what's bothering you."
"I miss England. I really miss my family." Davy said feeling tears burn his eyes.
Mike slipped an arm across Davy's shoulders. "I get homesick too sometimes. It's a normal feeling. And it's nothing to be ashamed of." Davy smiled. "Thanks Mike."
"Wanna help decorate the tree? If you feel up to it that is."
"Can I put the angel up?" Davy asked.
"No." Mike sighed.
Davy pouted. "Why not?"
"Because you're too short and I don't want you knocking over the tree trying to put it up. Besides I bet Micky already did it."
"Can I put up some ornaments?" Davy asked.
"I see no harm in that." Mike said with a slight smile.
Davy's mood seemed to have brightened as they decorated the tree.
"No! No! No! Not there!" Micky said in a "british" accent.
"Then where?" Mike asked.
"Anywhere but there." Micky said.
Davy laughed as he grabbed some tinsel.
"No! Not there!" Micky yelled.
"Don't make me hurt you on Christmas." Mike threated.
"I don't care what you guys say. Next year I'm hanging up the angel." Davy said.
"I bet everyone five bucks he falls." Micky laughed.
"We'll find out next year." Peter also laughed.
He went to the downstairs bedroom.
"Okay you, and Davy go upstairs and get ready." Mike said quietly.
The two darted upstairs.
"Hey Peter! Um you wanna watch It's a wonderful life?"
"Sure Michael." Peter grinned.
As Mike and Peter watched the movie Micky and Davy quietly went outside.
"Listen Peter. I think I hear the feet of eight tiny raindeer!" Mike said.
He glanced at the door. "I said I think I hear the feet of eight tiny raindeer!"
"Sorry. Um ho, ho, ho!" Micky said entering the pad. Davy was right behind him.
"Look it's Santa Claus! And his elf!" Mike grinned.
"No, it isn't. That's Micky dressed as Santa. And that's Davy dressed as an elf." Peter said.
"No! I'm really Santa!" Micky insisted.
"What's going on you guys?" Peter frowned.
Davy sighed. "I'm sorry Peter. But there really is no-"
"HO, HO, HO!" a cheery voice said.
The boys were in shock to see a man who looked exactly like Santa Claus.