Carta Para Santa Novels & Stories

“Do you, in your heart, believe Santa is real?” “I…..My brother will say I’m a baby if I believe.” “Is your brother here?” “No.” “Well I’m not going to tell him if you believe in Santa or not. It can be our little secret.” “Really?” “Yes. I cross my heart not to tell your secret if you believe in Santa.” “Oh.” “So let me ask you, do you believe in Santa?” “Yeah. I do, but please don’t tell him.” “I promise I won’t tell him.”

“You're saying you can marry us? Legally?" He shrugs. “I’m ordained online.” I can see my future self telling this story to Anne when she’s older: “And that’s how your mother and father were married on Christmas Eve by Santa Claus. On your birthday.” I burst into the room, tailed by Santa, who laughs as he walks in. “Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas!” Kate cocks her head to the side. “Really, Dorian?" she asks. "Santa? Are you purposely trying to re-traumatize me?"

Matteo surprised me with a personalized bracelet, my name elegantly written in diamonds, prompting Izzy to jokingly speculate about their supposed twin telepathy. Seated and munching on Izzy's baked cookies, my phone chimed with a message from an unknown number. As I opened the message tab, it revealed the text – a number followed by a 'Merry Christmas.' I knew who it was immediately as I began typing back a reply. Me: This is a crap Christmas present. I had higher expectations. His response came almost immediately. Dante: My sincerest apologies if the gift fell short of your expectations. I'll consider seeking inspiration from Saint Nicholas for more fitting choices in the future.

Back in the hospice ward, Noelle opened her eyes weakly. She looked around and said, "Daddy, Mommy promised me she'd dress up as Santarina and bring me presents… Isn't that right?" I held her hand tightly, forcing back my grief. "Yes. Mommy will come as Santarina." I lowered my head helplessly and checked my phone again, but there was still no response from Ivana. Then, I opened Instagram and saw Charles' newest post. He wrote, "Bubbles is missing. I feel like I can't breathe… Bubbles, where are you?"

I stare down at the letter, my heart squeezing, and I sigh softly, feeling overly emotional as I look at his large handwriting. “No. Surprisingly…” I reply softly before I begin reading out the letter. “Dear Santa, I know I’m not a good boy, but I promise I won’t begin to play with fire this year even if it looks so fun, but in return I want you to let my Mommy and Daddy become a big happy family again. So, I can have them always. Love, Alpha Xander.” We’re both silent before Sebastian chuckles lightly. “Alpha Xander, the kid’s got confidence.”

the person said once he picked the call. "I need a truck loaded with some the best and freshly manufactured snacks not close to expiring and another truck filled with toys, books and other fun gifts for kids. I need them to be at the House of the Lord Orphanage. I'll be expecting a feedback from you in say 30 minutes time. Relay the message if you're unavailable but make sure the job is done. Merry Christmas," he said with his usual intimidating tone and hung up. "This Christmas just might not be so boring after all," he said leaning back in his seat, satisfactorily. "Santa is coming to town."

Now it was an unspoken rule in the company because I wouldn't have it any other way. A text notification lit up the screen of my phone, snagging my attention away from the past, and I picked it up, quickly dialing the number of the agency Parker had just sent, and waited with bated breath as it rang. “You have reached The Xmas Xpress, Erika speaking. What can I do for you?” a feminine voice chirped in one breath with practiced professionalism. “Um, hello, I'd like to book a Santa Claus mascot,” I said, shifting on my feet.

“He's good at everything.” “You're so gone for him.” “Completely.” Emma approached Christian-Santa last, whispering something in his ear that made his eyes glisten with emotion. He hugged her gently before giving her the gift. I definitely wasn't crying again. After the children's Santa visit, adults gathered for Secret Santa. Each gift was opened with genuine appreciation and ceremony. Elise received her knife from Christian and actually cried, publicly thanking her Alpha. I opened Elder Thomas's gift—a handmade leather journal with my Luna symbol embossed on the cover.

“Yes, they are.” “It’s perfect timing,” Caterina said, looking proud and wry at the significance of her gift, “that you’re here, Killian, because you and Sera are the last ones on Santa’s list.” “Ho ho ho,” Tommaso said from where he sat by the tree. I barked a laugh and sat on the floor against the couch between Sera’s legs. She rested her hand on my shoulder. “That’s a new sight.” Tommaso handed a box to Dustin, who gave it to Sera. “Merry Christmas, sis.”

the delivery guy said, setting the items down before heading out. I couldn't resist. I walked over and plucked the note off the bouquet. "Oh look, there's a message too." "What does it say?" Lena asked, her tone so indifferent it was clear she wasn't invested. Trying to keep a straight face, I read aloud, "Lena, I know you're working hard tonight. I can't be there with you, so let my love keep you company through this long night. Yours, Sancho." I grinned, teasing her. "Your Sancho? How romantic."