You sigh. The lights on the tree are meticulously perfect, down to the pattern of colors. Red, green, blue, yellow, white. The colors blink and dance for you, but you don't seem to care.
I watch you stare right through it, your brown eyes mixing with emotions I cannot identify. I consider for a moment, that you are caught in a Christmas from years before, but I quickly dismiss the idea.
You don't like to remember Dad, after all.
I put Lily and Albus to bed for you. You don't have the strength to look into Albus' eyes, so similar to Dad's and Lily will only pull you into better times with her sweet innocence.
I am twelve years old now. Too old to believe in Santa Clause, yet too young to realize what has happened to you.
I lost a dad, and I feel like I'm losing my mum, too.
You nod off around midnight, in front of the fire. Half of the gifts are unwrapped. I'm too young to use magic to wrap them, so I do it myself.
I work well into the night, tapeing and cutting the paper, doing a pretty awful job. The gifts look like they were wrapped by an ape.
Lily is getting a storybook; it is filled with animated stories that will play out in front of her eyes.
Albus is getting a new broom (which was escpically hard to wrap); it’s the newest model out there. He'll love it.
I am getting new dress robes; they are made out of the softest material. It's not what I wanted for Christmas, but you took the time to buy it for me.
I am ready to go to sleep at about three in the morning, when I remember something. I rush into my room, and jump onto my desk to reach the top shelf. Its dusty but it's still there.
Dad gave this ring to me a month before he died, asking me to hide it from you. He found it ridiculously early for Christmas and didn't want you stumbling upon it.
The ring was in a box, which was already covered in red paper. I placed it on your lap before going to bed.
On Christmas morning I awoke to the smell of eggs and bacon. I groggily stepped out of bed and into the kitchen. I was surprised to find my siblings sitting around the table, eagerly awaiting the breakfast you are cooking.
You haven't cooked in months.
I sat down next to Lily you brought the plates over. You place mine in front of me last. Your red hair clouds my vision as you whisper in my ear.
"Thank you, my angel." You give me a kiss on the cheek and as you walk back over to the counter to get your own breakfast, I see a gold band glinting on your hand.