A Gift Under the Mistletoe (Miranda Claus P.O.V.)

Myself

I look around and smile that everyone has found a home. I was adopted once, but my mother, she recently passed away. I loved seeing the laughter of everyone each day. Seeing children smiling and sharing. I wish I could go back to those days, but, well, I'm all alone here in the orphanage. I inherited the orphanage, but because I'm underaged, I can't own this building.

The company keeps the oil and water power open because it's hard for me to start working now and it wouldn't be fair to put me in another orphanage. Well, it'd be a waste, as soon I'm eighteen, I'm in charge to bring this building back to life. I promised the head mistress I would make other children happy.

Even though, no one wanted me because I isolated myself as a young girl. I never hung out with anyone, I didn't want anyone knowing that my parents abandoned me, until I was around the age of eight, I found out everyone had the same situation. Some, because their parents wanted wealthy families to take them in and give them the life they deserve. But, people didn't want anyone who was older than the age of seven, so it became harder for me to be adopted.

I helped out with many parents so the head mistress adopted me. I helped her and she let me stay with the others. Everyone called me their big sister, I didn't have any bulling because I was the oldest and no one wanted to get in trouble with the mistress.

And because most of them were adopted from wealthy families, they're the reason why this building still works. They donate money so I can live in the orphanage and have food to eat. Although, I hardly go to the store, I don't want to be alone, so I usually go once every two weeks. They're dangerous people out there. Before, the other kids would come and visit me, but it's hard because they study elsewhere. I learned a lot because of the head mistress.

I get up from my bed and look out the window. Snow, pure and white, so pretty. Maybe I can build a snowman later to get some fresh air. I go outside the room, down the stairs to the kitchen, not much here because during the building there had to be more space for the dinning room than the kitchen. Suits me fine, I'm just serving for one person. Today, I feel like having hot coaco and cookies. I don't know why, but my ultimate number one craving is cookies. I feel like there something I need in order to live.

Well I guess I should go take a shower and get dress.

**** eight hours later 18:00 (around) ****

I finished about six snowmen today, I'll wait 'til tomorrow to make more. I go back inside the house, I take off my coat. Hm... What's today? I forget the days to easily. I go to the kitchen to look at the calender, but there's a knock on the door.

I go to the front gate outside and open them to see three small children. I take them inside as quick as I can, they must be freezing outside. I close the gate and through the door to the dinning room. "I'll be back and please stay here. I won't take to long." I make them hot coaco and cookies.

I enter the dinning room to see them just sitting so still, kind of creeps me out, then again, they just came walking through snow. "Here." I set down the plate of cookies and there mugs with hot coaco. I sit next to them. "Ah, reminds me of home. The smell of cinnamon and chocolate. Just like the good ol' North Pole." "You said that right, Rudy." "Hush, not so directly."

I look closely at the two older ones, they must be twin with their younger sister. "So, how you doin'?" "I swear, you use too much slang." "What? Is tha' a problem with thats?" "Oh, you two. Never stop fighting." I chuckle a bit. They look at me, "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." "It's a'ight, just like your gramps." I tilt my head in confusion.

"Well, Merry Christmas." "Wait? It's Christmas?" "You forgot?" "I guess so. Wait, have you guys gotten gifts?" They shake their heads. "Then, I'll be back. You guys stay put, I'll buy some food, so you guys can celebrate. Wait? What about your families?" "They're all up there." I didn't know, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I'm in the same situation.

I get my coat and money to buy some food for these poor orphans and celebrate Christmas with someone. "Can we come with you?" "No, please, sit down." It may be late, but I've made a promise to make children happy. I close the door, but they end up being on the door frame. "Can we please come with you?" I look at the smallest one, I look at their pleading eyes. I can't resist. "Alright, but stay behind me at all times."

I open the gates and I look both way to cross the street. No cars, "Miranda, look out." I see a car coming, and boom, I hit the floor. I see that I'm okay, my head hurts a bit. I look up. I wish I didn't. A hit and run was just committed right now. I see the bodies all smushed and bloody smeared on the street. How could I have been so careless? Why today? Is this my birthday present as well?

The tears will never stop streaming down my face. I can never forgive myself. Why not kill me instead? My heart feels like it's being torn apart. I'm sorry Mistress, but I couldn't keep my promise.

**** About 2 years later ****

I can't take this anymore, how is it that I haven't died yet. Well, there's something I haven't tried yet. I get on top of the window frame. I take a last look at the sight, such a beautiful sight and about to become a much more beautiful world with one less person. I close my eyes and push myself off. I feel the rush and wind hit my hair and face.

I open my eyes, I'm back in my room and see that I'm unharmed. What? Why? How? "It's not possible." "But, it is Miranda." I look behind and see them, it's as nothing happened to them years ago. It's my fault that their gone, "Hey, don't cry. Please, we're here to help." "Why? After what I let happen..." "That's in the past, please Miranda, forgive yourself." "No, I will not. I should have checked both ways. Now, I pay the concequence."

The youngest one place a hand on me, "It was never your fault. You can't change what happened. Be happy for us." "I can't, knowing it was my responsibility to bring happiness to other children." Wait? How am I talking to them? There's no way a normal person would be able to talk to ghost. "I'm going crazy aren't I?"

I go to the phone down stair and call those numbers I knew that can help me. 9-1-1.

Hey everyone, so this is a Christmas special I made last year, but I felt the main heroine didn't get much developement as a character through the main characters P.O.V. last year, so I made this part in Miranda's Claus P.O.V.

Hope you guys enjoy reading this story, if it's your first time reading this story, Then, I hope you enjoy what's to come upon her small journey.

Thanks,

C.G.E.