The Sitter's Sister

Chapter 51

"And they put all the gifts under the tree and you open them in the morning and it's the most magical thing. Yay! Christmas!" Perrie had changed the subject to the holidays a few minutes ago.

"Perrie we know how Christmas works remember? We've spoken about it before and have celebrated it every year that we've been alive." Leigh-Anne giggled.

"Just without the decorations or the tree or the money and gifts. But we did have the ham." Sairah sighed at the memories of her sister bringing ham home for them.

"Love a good Christmas ham." Leigh rubbed her stomach.

"You should write letters to Santa." Joe tapped Sairah's shoulder.

Sairah turned up her nose. "Santa Claus isn't real. And if he was he only brings gifts for kids."

"And young ladies who'd been deprived of the full Christmas experience their whole lives." Jade shrugged slowly.

Perrie thought the idea of Sairah and Leigh-Anne writing letters to Santa Claus adorable. "You should do it! I mean, Santa Claus is real after all." She winked at Jade.

Jade rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes he is."

"But we already said he wasn't. Perrie you even emphasized that Santa was just a myth to get children to behave at Christmas. We also agreed that he couldn't be real because we never got any gifts as children." Leigh pointed from herself to Sairah.

"Sairah was naughty." Joe teased.

Sairah folded her arms. "Was n- okay I was." She concluded. "But Leigh would have gotten something."

"Maybe she did and she can't remember?" Joe shrugged. "Tell him it's your first Christmas out of a trying situation." He grinned at them.

Jade wondered if Joe and Perrie thought they could trick these two into believing in the legend of Santa.

Leigh narrowed her eyes. "But . . . he's not real."

Perrie and Joe shrugged slowly at the same time.

"It's fun to write letters to Santa." Jade decided to join in on the fun.

"Right. And I'd been joking about the whole myth thing. Come on, you know I'm a jokester. Huhuhuhuh." Perrie was trying to cover her tracks.

"What did you write in your letters and where'd you send it to? Where do they say he lives? Alaska? Canada?" Sairah couldn't remember.

"The North Pole." Leigh-Anne told her.

"Do the mail men even deliver that far?" Sairah seemed sceptical.

"Of course they do." Joe said. "They deliver things anywhere you want them to go."

Sairah and Leigh-Anne exchanged glances.

"I think I would've remembered if I'd gotten a gift from Santa in the past-" Leigh-Anne was saying.

"Ooo yous should go to the mall and sit on his lap to ask for things. Everyone does that. The mall santas tell the real santa what you want. It's all to ensure that you have the best Christmas ever." Perrie was beaming.

"Sit on a guy's lap at the mall? What the f*ck?" Sairah found this weirder and weirder as they kept talking.

"It's fun." Jade shrugged.

Leigh was giggling. "But we'd crush him. We're both grown up." What were her friends doing? She knew about the tradition of children telling mall santas what they wanted. Those children were usually very little.