Santa Claus is going to have a rough season... Lauren Alexander is raising her daughter alone. Abandoned by her family for her decision to keep her daughter Kristen, she has done a pretty good job for the last six years. Or she thought she had. That's why she is crushed when little Kristen gives up her wish for a toy or goodie and instead asks Santa for a present for her mother. She wants Santa to bring a Daddy. Delivering Daddies isn't Santa's bag.
But this Santa has a plan...
Kyle Preston knows what it is like to be abandoned too. Luckily he found the support of loving adoptive parents and has turned himself into one of the most successful Real Estate developers in town.
Building a house is easy. Building someone's trust is a whole other story. But with a little helping hand, a little Christmas magic can make all the difference in the world.
watched as a little blue eyed cherub of a girl, no more than a first grader,
came racing up the ramp toward him. It was as hot as a burning August day
in this Santa Claus suit. He'd been wearing it for the last three hours
and was soaked skin deep from his boots to his white beard. He needed a
shower and a good meal. To say that he was tired was the understatement
of the century, but seeing the delightful sparkle of a child at Christmas was
worth all the hassle and discomfort of playing Santa Claus.
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" he called out as the little girl came bustling toward him. Extending his hands in front of him, he gently lifted her into his lap. "And what's your name, little one?" he asked in his disguised Santa Claus voice.
The little girl looked up at him with wide saucer eyes and murmured softly, "Kristen. But my mommy calls me Krissy."
"That's such a pretty name for a pretty little girl. Have you been a good girl for your mommy this year, Kristen?"
"Yep.Sometimes I don't pick up my toys before bed though. Am I gonna git in trouble with you for that?" She didn't look at him. Instead, she stared off down the ramp where a woman in a bulky blue coat stood waiting. Seeing no one else in the vicinity, Kyle presumed it to be her mother.
"Is it all the time, or do you just forget once in a while?" he asked with Santa Claus authority.
"I thought you were 'spose to know those things? Mommy always says you can see me when I don't listen." She looked up at him wide-eyed and innocent.
He chuckled, despite himself, in his normal tone. Then remembering his part, he altered his voice and ho-ho'd a laugh that made Kristen giggle. "Well, Kristen, it's too big a job to look at all the kids all over the world. So I have to ask for a little help every now and then. You don't mind that, do you?" He posed the question not expecting a reply, but to his surprise, Kristen looked up at him thoughtfully, contemplating her answer.
"I don't mind. Mommy needs help sometimes, too," she said as innocently as an angel.
He was too much of a sap for this job, he decided. Maybe it was his nature or maybe it was growing up in an ever expanding family, but he had a soft spot for this little girl. She was cute as a button with her baby fine blond curls framing her face. Looking down the ramp, he decided her mother wasn't half bad herself. She appeared a bit tired, but pretty in a simple girl-next-door kind of way. Her flowing ash blond hair fell both to the front and back of her knee length coat. Even from the distance they were at, he recognized that mother and daughter bore a strong resemblance and had the same saucer shaped eyes.
Kyle turned his attention back to the pressing matter at hand and asked, "So, what do you want for Christmas this year?"
Kristen's little face brightened even more, if that was at all possible, and she stuck out the envelope she'd been crumbling nervously in her hand. "Here. I wrote it down so you won't forget."
"Well, I'm impressed. You did this all by yourself?"
"Mrs. Hopkins helped me."
He took the envelope and, after breaking the seal, plucked out the note. "Is Mrs. Hopkins your teacher?"
"Nope." She shook her head back and forth with exaggerated motion. "She's my baby-sitter. We live on the top floor of her house. She plays Barbies with me when Mommy can't cuz she has to work."
"Well, let's see what toys we have here on your list." Kyle opened the note and began to read the "Dear Santa" aloud, but stopped as soon as he began.