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Lora is still mourning her husband, and his favorite holiday, Christmas, only reminds her of him. Lora still doesn\u2019t know how to tell her daughter, Kira, that her father won\u2019t return for Christmas. But just as she finds the courage to tell the truth, Santa appears to save Christmas.\n
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Lora strolled through the bustling mall, the festive chaos around her contrasting sharply with the somber weight in her heart. Shoppers chatted and laughed, their carts brimming with holiday treasures.\n\n
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Twinkling lights lined every window display, reflecting off glossy ornaments and casting a warm glow.\n\n
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Familiar Christmas carols played over the loudspeakers, their cheerful tunes feeling almost intrusive to her melancholy.\n\n
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Sandra walked beside her, holding up decorations and chatting animatedly.\n\n
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\u201cOh, Lora, look at this one!\u201d she said, picking up a delicate glass ornament shaped like a snowflake. It caught the light, shimmering like it was dusted with frost.\n\n
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Lora managed a faint smile and nodded. \u201cIt\u2019s beautiful,\u201d she murmured, but her gaze drifted to a shelf of Santa figurines nearby.\n\n
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Each one wore the same jolly expression, and their red suits and fluffy white beards were a painful reminder of John. A wave of sadness rolled over her, and she looked away, pretending to study something else.\n\n
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Sandra noticed the shift in her friend\u2019s demeanor. She put the ornament back on the shelf and touched Lora\u2019s arm gently.\n\n
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\u201cYou\u2019ve been quiet all afternoon. Are you okay?\u201d\n\n
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Lora sighed, her shoulders slumping.\n\n
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\u201cIt\u2019s just\u2026 this time of year was always so special for John. He loved Christmas, Sandra. Every year, he dressed up as Santa for Kira.\n\n
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She\u2019d be so excited to see him, running down the stairs to catch him by the tree. He made it magical for her. But this year\u2026\u201d\n\n
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Her voice cracked, and she paused to steady herself.\n\n
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\u201cThis year, he\u2019s not here. Kira keeps asking when Father will come, and I don\u2019t have the heart to tell her.\u201d\n\n
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Sandra gave Lora\u2019s arm a reassuring squeeze. \u201cYou haven\u2019t told her yet?\u201d\n\n
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\u201cNo.\u201d Lora shook her head, her voice trembling.\n\n
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\u201cShe\u2019s only six, Sandra. I told her John is working far away. I know it\u2019s wrong, but I just\u2026 I can\u2019t ruin her childhood. Not this year.\u201d\n\n
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Sandra frowned thoughtfully, her expression a mix of understanding and concern.\n\n
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\u201cI get it, Lora. I really do. But you know she\u2019ll have to find out someday. You can\u2019t shield her from the truth forever.\u201d\n\n
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\u201cI know,\u201d Lora whispered, her eyes welling up with tears she fought to keep back.\n\n
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\u201cBut not this Christmas. I just want her to be happy. Even if it\u2019s only for a little while.\u201d\n\n
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Sandra wrapped an arm around Lora\u2019s shoulders, pulling her into a gentle hug.\n\n
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\u201cYou\u2019re stronger than you think, you know. And you\u2019re not alone in this. We\u2019re here for you.\u201d\n\n
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Lora nodded, her lips curving into a small, grateful smile.\n\n
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\u201cThanks, Sandra. I don\u2019t know what I\u2019d do without you.\u201d\n\n
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For a moment, the weight on her chest felt a little lighter, but the ache for John lingered, sharper than ever against the backdrop of Christmas cheer.\n\n
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Back at home, the cozy scent of pine needles filled the living room, mingling with the faint aroma of cookies baking in the oven.\n\n
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Lora and Kira worked side by side, carefully unpacking the box of Christmas decorations that had been stored away since last year.\n\n
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The tree, freshly chosen and standing tall in the corner, seemed to glow in the warm light of the room.\n\n
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\u201cMommy, look at this one!\u201d Kira squealed, holding up a small, painted ornament shaped like a snowman. \u201cIt\u2019s my favorite!\u201d\n\n
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Lora chuckled softly, taking the ornament and handing Kira a hook.\n\n
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\u201cYou pick the perfect spot for it,\u201d she said, watching as her daughter stretched onto her tiptoes to reach a branch.\n\n
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Kira giggled as the ornament dangled crookedly on the lower part of the tree.\n\n
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She darted back to the box, grabbing handfuls of shiny ornaments and thrusting them toward Lora.\n\n
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\u201cHurry, Mommy! We have to make it beautiful for Santa!\u201d\n\n
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Lora felt her heartache at Kira\u2019s innocent excitement. She smiled and knelt by her daughter, helping her sort through the decorations.\n\n
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\u201cIt\u2019s already beautiful, sweetie. But you\u2019re right. Santa deserves our best effort.\u201d\n\n
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Kira twirled around, humming Christmas carols and bossing her mother around like a tiny foreman.\n\n
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\u201cMommy, put the red one there! No, higher! And the shiny one next to it!\u201d\n\n
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Finally, Kira pulled out the glittery gold star from the bottom of the box. She held it up triumphantly.\n\n
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\u201cNow, Mommy, the star! Put it on top!\u201d\n\n
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Lora took the star and climbed a step stool to place it on the highest branch. When she stepped down, she turned to Kira.\n\n
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\u201cWhat do you think? Is it perfect?\u201d\n\n
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Kira stepped back, her hands on her hips as she studied the tree.\n\n
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Her eyes sparkled as she declared, \u201cIt\u2019s almost perfect! But Santa will make it better when he comes!\u201d\n\n
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Lora froze, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. The warmth she felt moments ago was replaced by a sharp pang of sadness.\n\n
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\u201cSweetheart, about Santa\u2026\u201d she began hesitantly.\n\n
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\u201cI can\u2019t wait to see him!\u201d Kira interrupted, her excitement bubbling over.\n\n
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\u201cHe always eats the cookies I make, and I always catch him by the stairs! He\u2019ll come, right, Mommy?\u201d\n\n
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Lora bit her lip, her smile faltering. She knelt down and brushed a stray curl from Kira\u2019s forehead.\n\n
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\u201cWe\u2019ll see, honey,\u201d she said softly, her voice trembling.\n\n
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\u201cNow, let\u2019s add the candy canes.\u201d\n\n
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How could she explain that John \u2014 her husband, Kira\u2019s Santa \u2014 wouldn\u2019t be coming this year?\n\n
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Lora sighed and stood, forcing a smile as she joined Kira by the tree. For now, she decided, she would hold onto this moment of happiness, even if it was bittersweet.\n\n
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Christmas Eve arrived with a quiet magic filling the house. The string lights cast a soft, golden glow across the living room, reflecting off the ornaments on the Christmas tree.\n\n
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The air was sweet with the scent of freshly baked cookies, which Kira carefully arranged on a festive plate.\n\n
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She set it on the hearth, next to a glass of milk, her face glowing with anticipation.\n\n
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\u201cNow we wait,\u201d Kira whispered, her excitement bubbling over as she grabbed her favorite blanket and snuck behind the staircase. It was her favorite spot for spying on Santa.\n\n
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Lora stood back, watching her daughter with a mixture of love and guilt. Kira\u2019s absolute belief that Santa would come made the lump in Lora\u2019s throat harder to swallow.\n\n
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How could she break her daughter\u2019s heart by telling her the truth? She smoothed her hands on her sweater and walked over, kneeling next to Kira.\n\n
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\u201cKira, sweetheart,\u201d Lora began softly, her voice careful. \u201cMaybe Santa will come later. Why don\u2019t you go to bed and let him surprise you in the morning?\u201d\n\n
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\u201cNo, Mommy!\u201d Kira protested, her little face scrunching with determination. \u201cI always see him when he comes. He has to come.\u201d\n\n
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Lora felt her resolve falter, tears stinging her eyes. There was no avoiding it now. She gently took Kira\u2019s hand in hers, her own trembling slightly.\n\n
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\u201cKira,\u201d she began again, her voice heavy with emotion, \u201cthere\u2019s something I need to tell you about Santa and Daddy\u2026\u201d\n\n
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But before the words could leave her mouth, the faint sound of footsteps filled the room. Lora froze, her breath hitching.\n\n
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There, a figure in a red suit knelt down, reaching for a cookie.\n\n
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\u201cSanta!\u201d Kira squealed, leaping from her hiding spot and flinging herself into his arms. \u201cYou came!\u201d\n\n
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The man in the Santa suit chuckled heartily, his belly shaking. \u201cOh, you caught me again, little one! Ho ho ho!\u201d he said, his voice rich and warm.\n\n
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Lora stared, her heart pounding as Sandra appeared in the doorway wearing an elf costume, her face lit with a mischievous grin.\n\n
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Lora\u2019s breath caught as the realization dawned. This was Rick, her brother, Sandra\u2019s husband, playing Santa.\n\n
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Kira\u2019s laughter rang through the living room, filling the space with a joy Lora hadn\u2019t heard in what felt like forever.\n\n
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Kira tugged on Santa\u2019s red sleeve, her excitement bubbling over.\n\n
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\u201cDid you like the cookies? I helped Mommy bake them!\u201d she said proudly.\n\n
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Santa, Rick in disguise, chuckled warmly and nodded.\n\n
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\u201cThey\u2019re the best cookies I\u2019ve had all year! You must be quite the baker, little one,\u201d he said, his deep voice perfectly mimicking the jolly character.\n\n