Santa Daddy

Santa Daddy

by Allysa Hart and Rayanna Jamison

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I finished my beer and stood. “Crystal, listen. I know you don’t understand, and I know you don’t care, but this is really important to me. Would you please just consider letting in the possibility of change? Could you just open your heart up the tiniest bit to the magic of Christmas and see what happens?”

She said nothing.

Son of a Nutcracker.

It was a risky move, but I knew what I had to do. I had to leave her something to remember me by.

I snapped my fingers, and a tree appeared in the corner of the living room, covered in colored lights and adorned with brightly colored glass balls. The topper of course, was a jolly Santa, made to my likeness, with a red velvet suit, and real leather boots.

Her eyes widened then narrowed as she scowled at me.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” I snapped my fingers again, and a handful of wrapped presents appeared beneath it. “There’s gifts in those you know,” I whispered. “Technically, you’re not supposed to open them until Christmas, but you’re already on the naughty list, so I say go for it.”

Still nothing. My heart sank, and I realized I two weeks may not be enough time. This woman was practically dead inside when it came to Christmas. I snapped my fingers again, going for the full effect this time. Decorations covered every inch of her house now, and a fire roared to life in a fireplace underneath a mantle adorned with festive decor and brightly colored stockings.

Instead of looking charmed or excited, she stopped and scowled at me. “Will you please stop? It’s going to take me forever to undo this mess you’ve made.” She stomped her foot. “Stop it right now.”

“Not until you agree to let me come back tomorrow, and take you on a date. A Christmas date,” I elaborated. “It has to be a date doing something Christmasy.”

“Ugh, why would I do that?” she groaned. “I don’t even know you.”

I snapped my fingers again, and the house filled with the smells of Christmas as a tray of cookies, and candies, and even fruit cake appeared in the center of the table. Next to it were two huge glasses of fresh egg nog.

Her jaw worked back and forth as she took in the fragrant display of delectable treats. She was angry, I could tell, but also tempted. I couldn’t blame her. My mother’s cookies were pretty fabulous. Crystal stayed strong. I reached over and picked up a cookie in the shape of a tree, groaning loudly as I bit into it.

Chewing slowly and expectantly, I watched her for any sign of breaking but she gave none.

She was playing hardball. That was fine. I could play too.

I held my fingers up as if to snap them. “My next two moves are my head elf and a live reindeer. I’d think about giving in if I were you,” I warned.

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My most important job as Santa is to rid the world of non-believers of all ages. But first, I have to make one of them my wife.

Crystal spent her entire life avoiding Christmas, and I have only two weeks to convince her otherwise. She is stubborn, but I am determined.

She will learn the magic of Christmas either on Santa’s lap, or over it.

The fate of Christmas depends on it.

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Allysa Hart

I am a full-time mom to a sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girl. Okay, so she is all me. I am on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over eight years. Like most couples, we have our ups and downs, but I could not imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind, most days. I have recently rediscovered my love of words and decided to become a writer. My first story is my heart and soul, and it reaches into the depths of all that is me. I also create covers, promos, and logos for authors. I have met some amazing friends on this journey that I now happily call family. Without my family members, whether biological or chosen, I would not be half the person I am today. Their constant love and support keep me afloat.

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Email: allycat5765@gmail.com

Rayanna Jamison

Rayanna is a coffee drinking, wine loving, sushi obsessed, knee sock fanatic who works her passions into every story she writes. She resides in Southern Utah with her husband, 2 kids, mother, grandfather, and 2 dogs.

In her spare time, she enjoys celebrating life with good food, good drinks, and good friends.

You can find me at these following places:

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