Christmas eve Zeezee walked past Gem's nursery to hear snuffling coming from within, curious he stepped into his little sisters room to watch as she wiped her nose across the sleeve of her footed sleeper.
"Gem are you okay? Are you ill?" Gem shook her head, thats when Zeezee noticed her red eyes, she had been crying. Instantly Zeezee was in big brother mode and was by her side stroking her head.

"Whats the matter? Are you soggy? Do you need me to get mama?"
This was usually the problem and Zeezee made to dash for the door but Gem shook her head more deseprately as another tear rolled down her cheek

"Well is it because We lost the cricket?"
Zeezee didnt quite understand this sentence but his daddy had been wandering the house in a very foul mood muttering something about test matches and cricket and it seemed like a very important thing to be upset about.
This time Gem shook her head sooo hard that her ears flapped back and forth threatening to slap her in the face.
"Nooooo" she wailed as she started to cry properly again

Alarmed, Zeezee hugged his baby sister trying to snap her out of her upset mood,
"Don't cry. Its christmas eve. Santa is going to be here soon."
This made Gem sob even louder.
"Noooo, he wont come. he isnt comin here, He isnt coming for me"
This confused Zeezee.
"Of course he's coming here. we just have to put stockings on the wall and a mincepie and sherry out and he will come, he always comes to good boys and girls and we've both been especially good, especially me"

Gem sighed.
"i didnt getta writed out wat I wanted. Zeezee. I didnt write it"
Gems ears drooped, as did zeezee's when he realised the implications of what Gem was saying. if she hadnt written out her santa list then how could santa know what to bring. It must be tough not being able to write yet. Zeezee could almost pretty much write some things but Gem hadnt really even got the hang of holding a crayon without chewing it all up yet.

"Its too late now" Gem began to wail louder. Zeezees heart sank, it was true the last post had been a couple of days ago so posting a letter to the north pole now would never get there in time. Suddenly Zeezee had an idea and he grabbed a box under the bed and emptied all the toys out of it.
"Gem get in"
Gem stopped crying and rubbed at her eyes. She looked at the box quietly for a moment then clambered in. Boxes were always a good place to be.
"Whatcha doin zeezee,?" gem asked curiously, her tears forgotten for the time being as her upset nature was replaced by curiosity as he scribbled something on a bit of paper
"im sendin' yoo to the north pole, that way yoo can ask santa yoorself what yoo want for christmas that way yoo dont hafta write a letter"
Zeezee puffed out his chest his plan was genius.
Gems eyes lit up. She was going to the north pole to see santa himself. She squirmed in the box excited, her tears now completely forgotten, neither child realising that parcels went through the same system as the usual mail. She grinned up at her big brother, with awe written all over her face. He always knew exactly what to do.