Christmas has always been my family’s most favorite holiday. As the spirit of the festivity filled the air with joy and togetherness, my 9-year-old daughter, Mia, and I decorated the Christmas tree, creating memories we would cherish forever. As she carefully placed each of the Christmas ornaments, she bombarded me with questions about Santa and his reindeer.
“Mom, do you think Santa feeds his reindeer well?” she asked. Smiling at her innocence, I told her he sure did.
“And mommy, do the reindeer take some rest while helping Santa deliver all those presents?”
“Well, Mia, they probably do get some rest,” I answered, happy that my daughter’s excitement grew bigger and bigger as the holiday approached.
“That’s great mom, because it would be a pity if they don’t get to rest, you know, because they have a hard job,” Mia said, a bit worried.
Trying to put her at ease, I made sure Mia knew Santa was awesome at taking care of his reindeer.
On Christmas Eve, Mia asked to open a present. “Just one, mommy, please,” she begged, but my husband told her to be patient. “Wait until the morning Mia, that’s how things are done, we need to respect the tradition,” he said, smiling.
Unwillingly, Mia accepted her dad’s explanation and promised to wait until the morning to open the presents.
This year, I got her tickets for the Nutcracker and couldn’t wait for her reaction, knowing how much she loves ballet.
In the middle of the night, a sudden feeling of thirst woke me up. “I didn’t have enough water today,” I said to myself.
As I walked to the kitchen, I noticed the door of Mia’s room was open, and I remembered closing it so I went to check on my girl when I noticed her bed was epmty.
“Hayden, Mia’s not in her room,” I yelled. My husband came running. He was as scared as I was.
“Oh, no, my car keys are also missing,” I said, barely trying to contain my tears. “Hayden, what is going on? Where is our daughter?”
Just as I was about to leave the house and search for Mia, Hayden said, “Look, honey, there is a note under the tree.”
It was written by Mia and addressed to Santa Clause.
Dear Santa,
I know you and your reindeer have a hard time on Christmas, delivering all those presents to so many children.
When you stop my my house with the games I asked for, go to the abandon house across the street. I’ll leave some chicken sandwiches for the reindeer. And if they are still tired after taking some rest, use my mom’s car to deliver the presents, but make sure you return the keys before dawn.
Lots of Love,
Mia.
Reading those words and becoming aware of my daughter’s heart of gold, I cried tears of joy.
“Come on, Hayden, let’s go to the abandoned house.”
When my husband and I went to the house across the street, Mia was there. Wrapped in her favorite blanket and holding a bag of sandwiches in one hand and my car keys in the other, she waited patiently.
“What are you doing here, Mia,” I asked her gently.
“I’m waiting for Santa,” she said.
“Honey, let’s go home, I’m sure Santa will be thankful for your help.”
In the morning, when Mia woke up, she found a note under the tree.
Dear Mia,
Thank you for being so thoughtful. My reindeer enjoyed your sandwiches and your mom’s keys are returned just in time, like you asked.
You’re a wonderful girl and you’ve made this Christmas magical. – Santa.
“Mom, dad, the reindeer loved my sandwiches,” she screamed in excitement.
“Of course they did, Mia,” I said, smiling.
Mia’s innocence and love for the holiday made it the most special ever.
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Love and Peace
