Page 5 of Santa's Coming

Chapter 4: Texting Santa

Sunday, December 15th

Santa:Ho ho ho, Emily!Guess who’s checking his list and thinking about the nicest person in town???

Emily:I thought I was on the naughty list???

Santa:??Well, the elves told me someone’s been spreading kindness and making treats for bake sales. That’s definitely getting you on the “Nice” list!

Emily:You’ve been talking to the elves about me? I’m flattered! Maybe I should leave some extra cookies out this year.??

Santa:Extra cookies are always appreciated, especially if they come with good company. How about we share some treats soon?

I hesitate, my phone in hand, the warmth of Santa’s message contrasting with the chilly December morning and the silence of my house. A part of me yearns to escape, to embrace a moment for myself, perhaps even to meet Santa. But then, theweight of motherhood anchors me back to reality. My son, Ben, will be home shortly, and the mountain of holiday tasks looms large. A million thoughts swirl through my head: his hopeful face when he mentioned that special toy, the one I’ve searched for tirelessly, the gifts that still need wrapping, the house that is in urgent need of festive cheer. Guilt gnaws at me as my mind whirls with the unending list of tasks, each one a reminder of my role as a mom, leaving little room for anything else.

Emily: Treats sound very nice, but it’s mayhem over here. So much to do before Christmas, and not enough hours in the day!

Chapter 5: Invitation From Santa

Tuesday, December 17th

The image of her perched on my lap has been etched into my mind, a vivid, thrilling loop that plays incessantly. Each time I revisit that moment, my heart races a bit more, a mix of excitement and a daring thrill. It was a bold move, donning that Santa suit and stepping out of my comfort zone, but the way her eyes lit up, the spark in her smile—it was worth every jitter of nervousness, every second of apprehension.

Santa:Hey, it’s a slow Tuesday night at High Five. Why not come by for a drink? It’s got a bit of that naughty and nice vibe. Plus, I’ve heard they have a Santa who’s quite the charmer.??

Emily:I can’t break away right now, Santa. Sorry! I do want to see you again, I promise.

Her reply is as disappointing as finding coal in my stocking. I hope that in this season of giving and endless possibilities, we find a time to meet.

Santa:Totally understand. Can I send any elves to help you out?

Emily:That would be magical! But everything left on my list … I have to do.

Now, every playful text, every offer of help, is like sending a Christmas card filled with hope and cheer, eager for the moment we can finally meet.

Chapter 6: Distracted by Santa

Thursday, December 19th

The muffled phone vibration from my purse gives me an overwhelming urge to check it. Ben is on stage, a tiny caroler in a sea of red and green, singing his heart out in the school’s holiday showcase. For a second, I’m distracted, hoping it’s a message from the North Pole. Maybe Santa himself, sending a festive text instead of the usual drab notifications or spam. I really must schedule time to catch up with Saint Nick! Or is it just a fantasy? I’d really like for it to be more.

Grinning, I’m enchanted by the sight of my son and his classmates. Their angelic voices and adorable, slightly off-beat dance moves are the perfect recipe for holiday cheer. As their song wraps up, the crowd bursts into a round of applause. During the interlude, I sneak a peek at my phone.

Santa:I’ve checked my list twice, and guess what? You’re due for a foot rub and maybe a small gift or two.

A flush of excitement races through me as I whisper, “Santa” with a mix of surprise and thrill, my heart skipping a beat at thisplayful exchange. I quickly type a response laced with flirtation, my fingers trembling slightly.

Emily:Is Santa planning a surprise visit, or do I have to wait in anticipation until Christmas?

Santa:Why wait? I’m all for delivering joy ahead of schedule, especially for someone as special as you.

Blushing in my seat, a large smile grows on my face before I reply.

Emily:And how will you make your grand entrance? A magical key or a shimmy down the chimney?

Santa:Chimneys, keyholes, you name it, I make it work.??

Emily:Oh, Santa, you’re such a tease!

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