“It’s Santa,” Clove squealed, jumping up and down as she clapped her hands.
I cast a look at Bay, smiling as she tilted her head to the side to study Walkerville’s newest Kris Kringle.
“Who is it?” Winnie asked, narrowing her eyes as the sleigh got closer. “I … he looks familiar.”
“Ho, ho, ho!” Terry’s bellow echoed throughout the square, and when Winnie realized who it was, her eyes filled with tears.
“How did you convince him to do this?”
“I didn’t convince him,” I said. “I … had a little talk with him and told him Bay would cry for days if he didn’t do it. You’d be surprised how easily he gave in.”
“That was extremely manipulative.”
“So what? He’ll have a great time doing it, and you and your sisters will fall all over yourselves thanking him. This is a win-win-win situation for him.”
“Still, it doesn’t quite seem fair to him,” Winnie said. “He doesn’t have children. He shouldn’t have to go out of his way for ours.”
“He might not have children of his own,” I countered. “He does have the best interests of ours in his heart most of the time, though. Trust me. He’ll enjoy this.”
Winnie smiled, watching as the sleigh stopped and Bay took a tentative step forward. Terry stared at her, his eyes bright as she closed the distance between them.
“You must be Bay,” Terry said, his fake voice deep. “I hear you think Christmas is ruined this year.”
Bay stilled. “I … who are you?” She had trouble putting a real face with the voice and beard. “I know you.”
“Of course you know me,” Terry said. “I’m Santa Claus! You don’t believe in Santa Claus, though, do you?”
“No … yes … maybe … .” Bay didn’t know how to answer. “If you’re Santa Claus, does that mean you brought me a gift?” She was testing the big man.
“I did.”
“What is it?”
“You can’t have it until I’m sure you believe in me,” Terry replied. “Those are the rules.”
Bay narrowed her eyes. “Who makes these rules?”
“My elves.”
“Aren’t you the boss of your elves?”
“I’m not the boss of anyone,” Terry replied, his eyes landing on me for a moment and then returning to Bay’s. “It seems everyone tells me what to do and I do it.”
“That doesn’t seem like a very good job,” Bay said.
“It’s the best job in the world,” Terry countered. “I’m Santa Claus. I get to bring joy to the world, even if you don’t believe in me.”
“Maybe I do believe in you,” Bay said. “I … .”
“If you believe in me, you have to say it,” Terry prodded.
“I believe in you,” Bay mumbled.
“I can’t hear you.”
“She said she believes in you,” Clove yelled.
“Thank you, Clove,” Terry said. “I know you believe. Your present will be coming as soon as Bay tells me she believes.”
It was the moment of truth. Bay knew it. Everyone in town knew it. Now she only had to admit it.
“Fine,” Bay said, crossing her arms over her chest. “I believe in Santa Claus.”
“I still can’t hear you,” Terry said, staring her down. “You need to say it louder!”
“I believe in Santa Claus!” Bay practically screamed the words and Terry broke out in a huge grin.
“That’s better,” Terry said, leaning over and rummaging in the bag at his feet. When he turned around, he held a puppy. The black menace had a huge bow tied around its neck and it wriggled crazily.
Bay’s eyes widened as she took another step forward. “Is that for me?”
“That’s for you, Clove and Thistle,” Terry replied.
Bay took the puppy, her eyes filling with tears. “Thank you.”
“You have to take care of him,” Terry said. “You girls have to feed him and walk him and love him. Do you think you’re up to the task?”
“You bet we are,” Clove said, rushing to Bay’s side so she could pet the puppy. “Wow.”
“How did you know to get us a puppy?” Bay asked.
“One of my elves told me.”
“How did the elf know?”
“Your Aunt Tillie has a huge mouth,” Terry replied, smiling at Bay one more time before turning his attention to the rest of the children. “Who wants presents?”
The squeals were deafening as the surged in around him. Terry didn’t put up a fight as they started climbing on his lap and telling him their most fervent wishes.
Off to the side, my great-nieces were enamored with their gift. They didn’t even glance at the other kids as they raced around in the snow with the puppy.
“I can’t believe you got them a puppy,” Winnie said, moving to my side. “You told me in no uncertain terms that a puppy was out of the question.”
“I did not get them that puppy.”
“Oh, really, then who did?”
I pointed at Terry. “You just saw Santa Claus give the girls that puppy,” I said. “You can’t possibly blame this on me.”
“I’m not blaming you,” Winnie countered. “I’m thanking you. Look at them. Have you ever seen them so happy?”
I hadn’t. All three of them beamed and screamed as they raced around with our newest family member. “I’m glad they got the Christmas they deserve.”
“Where did you get that puppy?”
“In addition to horses, Henry Hall had exactly one leftover puppy from his dog’s most recent litter,” I replied. “I think it was meant to be.”
“You’re a softie,” Winnie said, smirking. “I had no idea you were such a softie.”
“I am not a softie,” I argued. “Santa Claus is.”
“Well, you’re the best Santa Claus ever,” Winnie said, resting her head against mine for a moment. “Now I know we didn’t get you a big enough Christmas gift.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” I said. “Henry Hall also had a used snowplow and truck he was selling. I bought it for myself. We have to pick it up on the way home.”
“What are you going to do with a snowplow?”
“Is that a trick question?” I asked.
“No, but … you know what? If you want a snowplow, go nuts,” Winnie said. “I think you’ve earned whatever crazy gift you want to give yourself this year.”
“I have, haven’t I?”
“Aunt Tillie, come and see the puppy,” Bay beckoned. “Come on. You have to help us name him.”
I smiled. “I’m coming.”
Winnie stilled me with a hand on my arm. “Thank you.”
“There’s no need to thank me,” I said. “You need to thank Santa Claus over there. I promised him a nice Christmas dinner tomorrow. He’ll be over in the morning to watch the girls open their gifts, too.”
“You invited Terry to Christmas dinner? That’s a great idea.” Winnie smoothed her hair as she studied Santa. “He looks hot in that suit, doesn’t he?”
“You have very strange tastes, my girl,” I said, patting her arm.
Apparently I took too long, because Bay raced up to me, her eyes sparkling. “You saved Christmas!”
“I told you I would.”
Bay threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. “I love you, Aunt Tillie.”
The words humbled and surprised me. “I … .”
“You don’t have to say it back,” Bay said, pulling away. “I can read your heart. Uncle Calvin told me you would save Christmas when he stopped by today.”
“You saw your uncle?” Winnie asked, surprised.
“I didn’t see him,” Bay replied. “I heard him whispering. I didn’t realize it was him at first. He told me I had to be nice to you and apologize for being such a brat.”
“He did not call you a brat,” I argued. Calvin would never say that to a child.
“He didn’t,” Bay agreed, glancing at her mother. “Someone else did, and I think s
he was right. It’s time for me to do something nice for someone else on Christmas.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Can we take leftovers to Mr. Hill tomorrow so he has a nice Christmas, too?”
“I think that’s a fine idea,” I said, pushing Bay’s hair from her face. “Maybe this time we’ll get to see some actual crazy people.”
“I have you,” Bay shot back, smirking. “I don’t need any other crazy people in my life.”
“I love you, too, rug rat,” I said, tugging her hair. “Now go play with your puppy and the snow. I think you’ve finally gotten the Christmas you deserve.”
Actually, I think we all did.
Author’s Note
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Books by Amanda M. Lee
Avery Shaw Mysteries
Who, What, Where, When, Die
If it Bleeds, it Leads
Buried Leads
Shot off the Presses
The Preditorial Page
Misquoted & Demoted
Headlines & Deadlines
Misprints & Mistakes (February 2016)
Bylines & Skylines (September 2016)
Covenant College Mysteries
Awakening (Book One)
Whispering (Book Two)
Conjuring (Book Three)
Waxing & Waning (Book Four)
Graduating (Book Five)
The Living Covenant Trilogy
Rising Covenant (June 2016)
Dark Covenant (July 2016)
Eternal Covenant (August 2016)
The Dying Covenant Trilogy
Haunted Covenant (June 2017)
Desperate Covenant (July 2017)
Everlasting Covenant (August 2017)
Wicked Witches of the Midwest Mysteries
Any Witch Way You Can
Every Witch Way But Wicked
Witching You Were Here
Witching on a Star
Something to Witch About
Careful What You Witch For (A Wicked Witches of the Midwest Short)
Wicked Brew (A Wicked Witches of the Midwest Short)
Witch Me Luck
Witchy Tales (A Wicked Witches of the Midwest Fairy Tale)
On a Witch and a Prayer A Wicked Witches of the Midwest Short
You Only Witch Once (A Wicked Witches of the Midwest Short)
Life’s a Witch
The Christmas Witch (A Wicked Witches of the Midwest Short)
Bewitched (A Wicked Witches of the Midwest Short)
A Solstice Celebration (A Wicked Witches of the Midwest Short) April 2016
Crimes & Witchdemeanors (Book 8) May 2016
Witch or Treat (A Wicked Witches of the Midwest Short) July 2016
A Witch in Time (A Wicked Witches of the Midwest Fantasy) August 2016
Happy Witchgiving (A Wicked Witches of the Midwest Short) October 2016
The Trouble With Witches (Book 9) November 2016
Merry Witchmas (A Wicked Witches of the Midwest Short) December 2016
Aisling Grimlock
Grim Tidings (Book One)
Grim Offerings (Book Two)
Grim Discovery
Grim Reunion (March 2016)
Grim Expectations (October 2016)
Mystic Caravan
Freaky Days (Book One)
Freaky Lies (August 2016)
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Author’s Note
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