Literature
CHRISTMAS TRADITION
Lance had always been one of these people who likes Christmas traditions. The grapes, the mistletoe, the songs, the socks over the fireplace, the Christmas tree, the candy canes... and a long and endless etcetera. All had been happiness and fun for him... except at this time. "There are only five minutes left for twelve, guys!" Pidge shouts, practically jumping off the excitement on the couch. The others let out a shout, clearly also looking forward to the hour, but he can't when a certain person has disappeared from his sight for a few minutes and has not yet returned. He can't enjoy those last minutes like this. As simple as that. "Buddy?" a softer voice speak beside him. "Mmmm?" "Something wrong? Normally you would be the first to be jumping already" He sighs before he can stop it but it doesn't matter. "I can't find Keith" "Oh... I saw him go out on the balcony a couple of minutes ago" "Seriously?!" he exclaims as a smile begins to break through his lips, directing