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A Picture-Perfect Christmas
I thought we were a Hallmark family, pouring magic
into December for our daughter, Mya.
She once whispered, “This is the best Christmas ever,”
and I believed it.
A Midnight Scare
On Christmas Eve, Mya vanished from her bed.
Panic hit—until we found her letter to Santa,
explaining she’d taken my keys to help tired r
eindeer rest in the abandoned house across the street.
A Child’s Kindness
I found her there, bundled in blankets with sandwiches
she’d packed “in case your reindeer don’t like the chicken ones.”
She beamed: “The reindeer can nap here.”
The Real Magic
By morning, a note from Santa thanked her—especially
“Vixen, who loves her vegetables.” Watching Mya glow,
I realized Christmas wasn’t something I created.
Her compassion had already lit the house from within.
