Carta Para Santa Novels & Stories

He was hiding something tonight. I could feel it. “What do you want for Christmas?” he asked suddenly. I blinked. “What?” “If you could have anything.” The question caught me off guard. I should’ve said something normal. A vacation. A better apartment. Freedom from this double life. Instead the words slipped out before I could stop them. “I want Santa to personally pay me a visit.” Silence filled the room. Then his laugh came through the speakers low and dark enough to make my stomach flip. “So needy tonight.”

On the side, I spotted a little card, Cara and I read it together… ‘Dear ALEXANDER LA’VARDO Welcome back from your vacation. I hope that you had a wonderful and relaxing time with your beloved fiancé. Please accept this gift with open arms as it is a gift from the depths of my heart. I’m sure that this gift will be very useful to you. P.S. for your eyes only Lots of love Yours truly ’

Everything will be alright. Yours loving. Dante.

That’s her luck. “Sarah, I am sending Santiago to you, he will hand you a cheque, take it to the bank, bring money to a lady named Mattia Rodriguez who will be waiting in the waiting area,” My eyes automatically moved to catch Mattia’s reaction, she looked astound but masked it before I could visibly enjoy it.

Or if it would work at all. --- The holidays were approaching. Evie's second Christmas. She was excited. Trees. Lights. Presents. "Santa Claus!" Oblivious to the tension. The distance. The impending separation. I wanted to keep it that way. As long as possible. "Mama, when does Santa come?" "Christmas Eve. In a few weeks." "That's a long time." "I know, baby girl. But it will come." "I'm going to ask Santa for a puppy!" "A puppy is a big responsibility."

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” I force myself to shake my head, heat creeping up my cheeks. “No, I just…” I stammer, suddenly forgetting how words work. “What do you mean, ask Santa? Who is Santa?” He chuckles, the sound deep “Santa,” he says, his grin widening, “is an Alpha who can get you anything you want. You know… just like this dress you’re wearing.”

One was Jackson the other one must be Kai the one Jonathan mentioned earlier. "Sorry sir. I got stuck in....." Kai didn't even finish his sentence when Jonathan slide the box wrapped neatly in pretty silver sheet with a card on it. Kai smiled looking at the package. Jonathan also smiled but his smile quickly changed in smirk and he gestured Kai to open the box. Kai read the card which indicated Marry Christmas Papa. I know you can not come home so this is the gift for you from my side and mom's. We love you. I love you papa..

Christian asked, “Where are your parents?” “They are talking to the father.” She said, and Christian nodded. “And what is in your hand?” He looked at the paper and pen in her hand. “I am writing a letter to Santa Claus.” She chirped and Christian smiled. “I will toss it into the fireplace. The draught carries the letters up the chimney and Santa reads the smoke.” She answered innocently, and Christian chuckled. “You can also try?” The girl offered a pen and paper to Christian, and he contemplated before accepting.

Dante returned to the party, but Marta caught his arm before he could rejoin the others. "There's one more thing," she said quietly. "Something I need to give you before I lose my courage." "What is it?" She reached into her purse. Pulled out an envelope. Yellowed with age. Sealed. Leo's name written on the front in Isabela's handwriting. "She wrote this before she died. In the hospital. After Leo was born. While she was..." Marta's voice broke. "While she was fading. She made me promise to keep it safe. To give it to Leo on his eighteenth birthday."

**LIA** #Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus Lane...# The familiar holiday tune played softly in my headphones, transporting me to a festive world despite my current surroundings. I closed my eyes, eagerly anticipating my journey back home. I was on a plane, en route to Singapore to reunite with my mom and sister, marking the beginning of a much-needed break from school. It had been a long time since I had been home, and I was determined to make this Christmas special.