24th December

He didn’t come. I’m still here and He’s still alive and it’s still alive and I’m still alive. I don’t know about world peace but none of my other wishes came true. . God, I hope Jamie got his wishes. And Mum and Dad too. They need them. At least He is leaving me alone now. He just comes down to bring me the torch and gruel and then to take the dishes (ha ha) and the torch back. He hasn’t touched me in a couple of days. Maybe He’s finally finished with me and just hasn’t figured out what to do with me. Nope, here He comes again, this time without food, but He does have something. I can’t see what it is, but He looks happy. Bad sign.