Page 6 of Santa's Coming

Santa:Never. You’ve been a good girl this year.

The use of “good girl” sends me into a tailspin. I squirm in my seat, crossing, uncrossing, and then recrossing my legs. A mix of embarrassment and excitement swirl within me as I swear at myself being turned on right now, at the fucking holiday showcase.

I glance over at Ben, his innocent joy a stark contrast to the turmoil inside me. Inviting Santa over isn’t just about me; it’s about this little world I’ve built for us. What if I’m making a mistake? The responsibility of being a mother, always putting Ben first, makes me second guess my every desire.

Emily:This is so insane. Please know that I am cackling over here and enjoying all of these texts, but I have to admit … I’m hesitant to invite you over.

Santa:I understand. It’s a big request, but I promise I’m just a regular guy in a red suit.??I'll bring nothing but joy and good vibes.

Chapter 7: Silent Night

Friday, December 20th

The silence since our last exchange has been as deafening as a silent night.

“Why are you staring blankly at your phone?” Aaron, my lead bartender, asks. He’s a fixture around here, always with an ear to the ground.

I’m clearly distracted. I shrug, and he squints at me, leaning in. “Don’t tell me you’re still pining over her. It’s been a week. If she wanted to hang out, she would.”

“This time of year is tough for everyone,” I defend and swirl my whiskey around in the glass.

“I haven’t heard of her going on a date in years,” Aaron says, trying to offer some solace.

Then my phone lights up. It’s a new text from her.

Emily:Santa, do you have any tips for dealing with family during the holiday season?

Santa:Wine. Lots of wine.

Emily:Haha! I have to drive my son to my parents’ house tomorrow for a Christmas gift exchange. Wine, unfortunately, won’t be an option …

Part of me wants to offer to be her driver, but it’s way too soon for that. Then, part of me wants to hire her a car. These gestures are too grand for where we are in this holiday-themed flirtation.

Santa:Just remember, Santa’s watching. So, don’t say anything too regrettable.

Emily:I’ll try my best, Santa. And … yeah, I have a son, by the way, but I have a hunch you already know that.

Santa:My elves keep me informed on these matters.

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The next morning, I wake up with a spontaneous idea. Since she also has an iPhone, I Apple Pay her $20.

Santa:Buy yourself and the little guy a sweet treat this morning. Sugar is an antidote for Grinches, trust me.

Chapter 8: Early Gifts From Santa

Saturday, December 21st

The notification on my phone catches me off guard. Twenty dollars from Santa? It’s a gesture so unexpected, so thoughtful. It leaves a warm, fuzzy, familiar yet so unfamiliar feeling. It’s a reminder that there’s still sweetness in the world. It’s a small act, yet it feels like a big deal—being treated, being thought of, and including Ben too.

Emily:Santa! You’re too kind. Do you do this with all the moms?

Santa:Never.

Emily:I must be special then.

Santa:You have no idea.

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