Short Story: Christmas Wish ...

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1. At the North Pole

"Dear Santa,

I wrote you a letter a few weeks ago asking for an iPhone 6, but I was wondering if it would be okay for me to change my wish?

This Christmas, all I really want is for my sister to find someone to love.

It's her first holiday since her boyfriend died and she cries every night.

I just want her to smile again.

If you could find her someone new to love or maybe fix her broken heart, I wouldn't need the iPhone.

Love,

Leila Harris"

I folded up the purple sheet of paper and stuffed it in my pocket, blinking back tears.2

Then I ran through the workshop doors, pushed past a crowd of fellow elves, and almost knocked over Blitzen, but it didn't matter.

I needed to talk to the boss.

ASAP.

"Sir," I said when I found him, bowing my head out of respect.

"I got a funny letter today.

It asked for something I don't know how to build."

He held a clipboard in his hand, and didn't bother to look down at me as he asked, "What is it?"

"Love."

That made him stop, lick his lips, and look at me.2

"Oh, a letter like that should've been thrown out," he said.

"It must've gotten mixed in on accident.

I'll have a word with the mailing department."2

A thrown out letter?

I'd never heard of such a thing.

That's why I asked, "Why would a wish from a child be thrown out?"2

"Because there are some things we just can't make."3

I scratched my head so hard that I almost ripped through my hat.

"Well, why not?" I asked.

"Why, it's impossible to create love or joy or any other type of happiness."

"I thought that's what we did.

Made happiness.

For Christmas."

He just put a hand on my shoulder, smiled a sad smile, and went on his way without answering my question.

I pulled the paper out of my pocket to reread it.3

Leila had made her wish pretty clear, but if Santa wasn't going to help me, how would I help Leila?

I had my head buried in the letter as I walked, reading it over and over and over, which is why I ended up bumping right into Mrs.

Claus' knee.

"Sorry.

So sorry ma'am," I said on instinct.

Then, as I looked up at her rosy cheeks and pink lips, I decided to ask, "Quick question.

Do you know how to make Love?"

She chuckled, but I didn't understand the joke.2

"You can't make something like that.

You simply feel it," she said with a warm smile.2

"You shouldn't have to ask this.

You've felt love before, yes?"

I scrunched up my face until I came to a conclusion.

"Well, I love eating candy canes and watching the reindeer play their games.

And oh, I love Christmas, of course."

"See?

Then you already know all about love, sweetie.

Except sometimes love isn't for a thing.

It's for a person.

Like me and Mr.

Claus."

"I love Mr.

Claus too," I pointed out.

"Yes, of course you do, but it's in a different way.2

Romantic love isn't any better than familial love.

But it is very different."

She made the whole "love" thing sound so obvious--but she hadn't really helped, either.

Or maybe...

Maybe she had.

I looked back down at the letter, read it one last time, and then made my way toward the mailing department.

At the Harris Household

Comments:

Emma
This was such a cute story 😍😍
Jidakhani
goose bumps , loved it
Beabise
I loved reading this ! Great message !!!
Kashish Gupta
Awww! This was such a heart warming story. I loved it! Merry Christmas to all!
MissH18
Aww❀️
Samrenlimerose
This was such a great story. It hit very close to home because I recently lost someone I romantically loved and I'm still mourning. Thank you for sharing this story. You have no idea how much I needed it. I definitely cried lol. Merry Christmas!
Nikki
This story is so cute I almost cried. But it did warm my heart.
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