Carta Para Santa Novels & Stories

“He sent a note too? Jesus, Isla, this man is interested interested.” “Stop,” I muttered, even though my heart was hammering so hard it felt like it echoed into the room. “Maybe it’s not from him.” “Right, cause I'm freaking blind and just plain stupid,” she snorted. I slid my finger under the flap and opened the envelope. A single card rested inside. Thick. Clean. Very Roman-coded. Elsie shuffled closer, trying to read along with me. On the card, in that clean, precise handwriting: ‘For your shoulder. And because Madrid nights are colder than they look and you, little wolf, are very careless about your health.

“Holly, come on, let's see what's happening over there,’’ she says cheerfully, and without waiting for my reply, drags me along with her. I like Ella because she likes me too, and gives me respect as her brother's best friend. I like her positive energy, and enthusiasm. She's carefree, jovial and fun. And I see her as my younger sister. We finally get to the Christmas tree. Everyone around us is laughing, taking pictures, drinking hot chocolate, living inside the kind of warmth I’ve never really belonged to. I’m about to tell Ella I’m getting cold when she suddenly gasps. “Oh! They’re doing Santa Letters this year!” She bounces on her toes, pointing at a booth decorated with red velvet and c

I sat down on one of the benches near the tree, taking a deep breath as I dialed Fred’s number. He picked up on the second ring. “Hello, sir. Merry Christmas,” Fred greeted, his voice warm but professional. “Merry Christmas, Fred,” I replied, my mind focused. “I need you to do something for me.” “And what is that, sir?” he asked, a slight curiosity creeping into his tone. “I need you to open a space in one of the department stores. I want to showcase Samantha’s art before New Year’s Eve. I need this done ASAP, before tomorrow afternoon if possible.”

said Santa as he knew every child by name. Then entered a young boy with a red package in his arms. “We knew that you were ill, Papa Santa,” he said. “So my family knitted this quilt for you to keep you warm in the winter days.” “What a wonderful thought Paul,” beamed Santa patting him on the head.

Once her slippers were on, she headed into the kitchen. But no Elijah… He wasn’t even there… But there was a brown paper bag on the counter, her name sprawled across it. Starlight grinned as she opened the bag and found a large breakfast burrito wrapped in foil inside. And a note. She pulled out the note and carried her burrito to the kitchen table. It read: ‘On the first night of Christmas, my Star took from me: sleep. But I’m not complaining. Not one bit… Be back with the Thomas clan around 9:30 a.m. Take it slow, little Star… E.’

I stood there, still, until my hands stopped shaking. My phone felt heavy in my pocket. I pulled it out, thumb hovering over my mom's contact. But instead, I opened messages and typed: "I love you, mom. I'll be home to spend Christmas with you. Just, please, make sure Max isn't there." I sent it and stared at the screen until the delivered checkmark appeared. “Dante.” I turned. Cinnamon stood in the doorway, backlit by the warm glow from inside. She looked ethereal. Broken but beautiful.

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Ollie smiled in satisfaction and leaped from Santa’s lap, but then suddenly remembered something and rushed back to the old man, making him lean over so he could whisper in his ear. “By thhe way santha, ryder wiwesh carther thhe moshth sho if you can, pweashe mawe thhem shthay thogethher more thhan forever.” (By the way Santa, Ryder likes Carter the most so if you can, please make them stay together more than forever.)

Parker exclaimed. “But how is that possible?” Ryder demanded, “he can’t be a different person every year, can he?” “Actually he can.” Paisley corrected, “Daddy explained it to me once. He said that Santa is so busy in the North Pole getting ready for Christmas, that he just doesn’ have the time to visit every city in the world aforehand to find out what everyone wants, or even to read all the letters on his own. So he has thousands of helpers who go out and collect the letters and dress up like him to find out what pups want for Christmas!”

My heart goes from excited to shocked and then cold fear settles on me when he brings in 12 big vases of flowers and hands me a card. I manage to nod a thanks as he takes his leave and my hands shake as I open the card “Welcome to Sullivan's group reina, I hope you have fun here, I know I will. Love, Carter.