[This is so cute. (: I may post one more, but I'm not sure.
Q: When is my mom's birthday?
A: December 28th]
Dear Santa- A Chris Corradino One-Shot
Each day during the holiday season, I receive millions of letters from children all across the world telling me what they would like for Christmas. Usually, little boys ask for footballs and little girls ask for dolls. I specifically remember one letter from a very special girl. Her name was Ru.
Dear Santa Claus,
I imagine most kids ask for toys under their trees. I am not. I know a lot of girls think boys have cooties, but you see, this one boy I know doesn't have any. I checked. He's so cute, Santa and he's really all I want for Christmas. I know I'm only eight, but I am growing up! His name is Chris Corradino and he lives next door to me. I know people probably don't ask for this, so if you can't do this, I understand. I'll always believe in you.
I know what all of you are wondering; how did I do it? Well, I'm afraid I must disappoint you. Kidnapping a boy to put under a girl's Christmas tree is just unethical to me, and I didn't see any other way of giving young Ru what she wanted. Also considering that Chris's letter merely asked for a new basketball, I delivered a new Barbie doll to Ru instead.
But this young lady's letter always stuck with me. Never, and I mean never, in my career had I ever had to not give a child what they wanted for Christmas. Especially not one who had an absolute clean-slate and was always on the nice list every single year. This haunted me every holiday season after since. I pondered about how to make amends, but how?
Well, as you know, it is Christmas Eve. Little Ru was merely eight years old when she wrote that letter to me, and now she has all grown up. Of course, she is still on the nice list, as is Corradino. Now, ladies and gents, please let me enlighten you with my Christmas tale!
A few days ago, after seriously considering how to make up Ru's eighth Christmas to her, a light bulb clicked off in my head. I asked my head elf, Louis, to check where Chris lived. I took my sleigh and flew there. I must admit Chris was very surprised when he opened his door.
"Santa?" He asked, sounding like a child again though he was now a man.
I smiled. "Yes, Chris. We must talk."
He opened the door more and I stepped in. He directed me to the sitting area of his house, and I sat. We went back and forth speaking about what we both had been up to in the past few years. You see, once a child turns eighteen, they are no longer a child and I do not deliver them presents. As Chris was talking about his dancing career, I examined the pictures on his shelf to the right of me. In the middle sat an 8 by 10 of a young boy revealing a toothy grin with a small girl. His arm was around her, and the girl was missing her two front teeth from her smile.
"Santa?" Chris asked when he noticed I was not listening.
This time I looked at him seriously. I removed the old letter written in crayon from my red pocket and allowed Chris to read it. "Do you remember her?"
"Ru?" He looked up at me after reading. I frowned, thinking he had forgotten. "How could I forget? I loved her. But she moved away, to San Diego after I turned nine. I wanted to write you a letter about her, but I chickened out... Why are you here, Santa?"
"I couldn't give Ru what she asked for. That was the first time that ever happened." I said grimly.
Chris gave me a peculiar glance. "So what's there to do about it now?"
Ru opened her brown eyes on Christmas morning. She lived alone, in a large house in San Diego. Feeling thirsty, she went down to her kitchen to fix herself a cup of coffee, when something stopped her. Underneath her tree, sitting nicely was one large box with a red bow. She turned her head to one side, slowly approaching the gift.
Ru nearly jumped out of her skin when a man stood up from the box. In his hands he held a picture, the same one that sat on Ru's mantle.
"Chris?" She muttered, a smile forming on her lips. "How did you get here?"
He grinned, and from behind him Ru could see my red sleigh floating into the morning sky. "I had a little help." He shrugged.
Smiling, Ru wrapped her arms around her gift from me, and pressed her lips to him eagerly. Though it was overdue, the one thing she ever wanted for Christmas was now in her arms, and Ru felt like a little kid again.
[Could you imagine Louis dressed up like an elf? So cute! & I can just picture a lil Ru writing this to Santa :]