Carta Para Santa Novels & Stories

“I slept with Remy, Nadya. I'm coming back today. I can't deal with this anymore. I'm freaking out and I don't know what to do. Please help. I can't do this anymore.” I hit send and threw my head back against the car seat, a tear rolling down my cheek. Christmas was ruined. And it was only morning.

The saleswoman looked a bit scared. I curiously took the envelope. In beautiful handwriting, it read, "For the tantrum-thrower's mother" I smiled at her boldness. I opened the envelope and pulled out a card with a "prayer for children" printed on it, and on the back, in the same handwriting as the envelope, she wrote: "Ma'am, congratulations on your special day. However, I feel your son needs prayer, so evil doesn't occupy his body. We must pray for children to be admirers and practitioners of good. Please accept this small prayer and dedicate it to your son every day."

I shrug. I grab my cell phone out of my pocket and hit his number, the phone rings and is sent to voice mail, I shrug and leave a message, “hey handsome, tonight is a big party at my house, bring along your Gamma, call me.” I hang up and continue working, I check my e-mails again and there one from Christov, I open and smile as I see he finished the portrait and I e-mail him immediately, “bring that with you tonight, wrapped, it’s perfect, PLEASE!.” He responds, “what time?”

After pausing for a minute I ask Nanny Agatha, “Tell me Nanny Agatha, if Santa grows old then why his pictures of this year shows the same Santa as few years back?” “Hmmm..” Nanny thinks with her finger on her chin and then says, “You do have a point. We are seeing him to be the same since years. So maybe it is all our imagination!” then she puts me down on the bed and says, “Now you should sleep, else how will Santa come?” “Wait I will have to keep the letter in the letter box first! He told me to do so!” I start getting down with the sealed envelope which had my letter to my Santa and Nanny Agatha ruffled my hair, “My Olive and her imaginations!!”

I laughed with them and we drank more wine but an idea had begun in my chardonnay-soaked brain that by the time I got home, I just had to act on. Sometimes wishes came true, right? Maybe mine would. I wriggled out of my lavender lace panties and placed them on the small table by the fireplace, all the while laughing at my own actions, then scribbled a short note. It read something like this: Dear Santa, I’ve been a bad, bad girl but I have something sweet for you! Come find me, big boy and I’ll give you something to remember that will warm up those frosty nights! Yours truly,

Eighteen Years Ago - Age Eight I was entirely too old to believe in this sort of thing. Even all the kids at school in my class were saying there was no such thing as Santa Claus. How could a guy only come out once a year, on a flying sleigh, and give gifts to every kid in the world? Come on! Though I didn't tell anyone, not even Daddy, I wrote a letter to Santa one last time, just in case. I had even talked Daddy into taking me to the Concord Mall to see him. Because if Santa was real, he may be my only hope.

Chapter 24 “Have you seen a little girl, She was sitting over the chair?” I asked one of the Santa running into the court to give small gifts to the children. It was Christmas, so each food court shop was having their Santa to attract more customers. “No ma'am, I just come here” He replied. I felt my heart will burst out anytime if I didn't see my baby now. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I was looking for her everywhere in the food court, asking desperately everyone.

She winked at Ronnie. "Almost finished. Did she say I could go over there?" Wyatt asked. "She sure did. Drew told her all about you and is really excited to see you." Ronnie said, "Let's see that letter." Wyatt handed the letter Ronnie; she pulled out a chair and perused the letter. It only had a few lines, and they made tears come to her eyes. Dear Santa: I've never written before but here's my address for this Christmas. All I want is a warm house with food to eat and someone to love me like Ronnie does. I'd also like to have some friends like Drew to play with and maybe a sled. I think it would be fun.

“i guess I am. The kids are probably already lining up in town square to see him.” "where are we going?" ****** they walk over to the cash register, and he handed her a card. “I think it’s sweet you still dress up as Santa’s elf. Your father is looking down on you and smiling right now.” "why." "it's the only way you can see him." "who?" "Satan. Mrs moorman, Satan."this was the new, new Cain. he walked up to her and smiled. “Oh yes, that one is lovely. The price is four hundred and fifty dollars.”

As my ragged breathing abates, I watch daddy Santa's cock slowly soften, and a hint of concern must etch my face, because daddy Santa asks, “What's wrong?” “I'm just sad to see my gift go away.” He smiles, “Well, you know, it always comes back. And I think for a beautiful, spéciale girl like you, it'll come back a lot more than once a year.” I nod and shrug, “I know...” “Until then...” daddy Santa says, heading over to the mantle on the fireplace, pulling something out from behind the family portrait. “I guess this'll have to do.”