ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 (platonic and romantic oneshots)

12 days (0/12)

(will this be somewhat like a hallmark movie? you bet your catookus it will!)

'Lets set the scene, shall we?

Imagine, a ranch. A farmstead only covered with about an inch or two of snow, as small flakes fall from the sky. A few horses moving out in the field being corralled back into a stable where they would be sheltered from the cold. A mother inside with her youngest and her second oldest cooking a meal for the other 2 siblings outside. The second sibling you ask? They were off chopping wood for the fire for the house. They couldn't have been older than 16. Placing the next piece of wood on the log, they swung downwards on the now dead tree, it splitting in two, the satisfying sound of wood ripping to be split in two rang through the mainly empty forest. As they set the half log back onto the stump, they heard a sound, looking up from their work.

'crunch'

'Crack!'

Looking around, raising the axe in defense, they took careful steps to turn themselves around. As they did a full 360, they were met with a pair of eyes. Startled, they fell back with a yelp, the axe landing next to them. 

Looking back at the thing that had scared them. 

Not a thing, but an animal. 

A large reindeer to be precise.

His antlers reached out and up like tree branches, his thick fur was mainly grey and white with a few brown strands here and there, his hooves were partially covered my thick white fur that shagged down them like a pair of pants that fit but were slightly to long around the legs, his beady brown eyes piercing theirs. The large animal leaned down, letting out a huff of hot air from its nostrils, the air fogging up as it did. 

Reaching out slowly, they placed a leather gloved hand on the animals snout, gently petting the creature. Smiling slightly, they retracted their hand and looked at the animal. It was strange, Reindeer were native to Alaska, but this close to humans? It was unusual. Hearing a whistle in the distance, they looked over in the general direction it come from. The reindeer perked up, and started walking in that direction. Looking where he was walking as the snow picked up, all they saw was a figure, not the best well built but looked strong, wearing red. What stood out to them most was the hat.

From what they could see, it was a red hat, with white fur trimming the edges along with a white ball on the end.

Soon the snow had started blowing wildly. Stacking the wood they had cut into a sleigh along with the axe, pulling it along to the house, excited to tell their family what they had seen.'

"You really saw the real life Santa?!"

A few years have passed now, the teen now an adult, 23.

"No, they didn't." Their older brother, Gavin, said as he walked by, a cup of coffee in his hand. "Now, don't listen to him, he's just upset it wasn't him that saw Santa," They said to their nephew who sat on their knee. He couldn't have been more than 5 at that point. Their sister, Cassey, had gotten married soon after she moved out, having her first child, Cal, about a year later, and having her second when he was almost 5. Cal laughed as they set him back on the ground to go play with the other children in the house.

"You really need to stop telling those kids you saw Santa," He said taking a sip from his drink. "It can't be good for them. You need to let it go too, it was probably just some woodsman or something." He said. They chuckled and looked around the newly decorated house, just in time for Christmas. "I know what I saw, Gav," They said standing up. "C'mon, you're bumming out the kids, lighten up." They said walking off.

Their phone rang, revealing the contact of the only cousin they were able to keep up with when their aunt and uncle came to visit once a year. Picking up their phone, they answered and spoke. "Heyho, what's up, Dal?" They said.

"(Y/n)? Where the hell are you and aunt Clair? We've been here for an hour!" He said over the phone, the sound of Airport chatter could be heard in the background. "Shit! Mom said you would be here at 3! Not 2!" They said grabbing their coat and truck keys. "Wait, its not 6?" Stopping at the door, they chuckled. "Time zones, you moron. Just stay put, I'm on the way." They said starting the truck and pulling out of the driveway.

What a Christmas this would be, and the story, has only begun.

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