5SOS imagines and preferences

Dear Santa- Luke Hemmings Imagine

'I promise it's not scary,' you say to your son as you slip your fingers through the back of his hair in an attempt to comfort him.

'I don't wanna,' Jack says and continues clinging to your leg.

It's a week before Christmas and you're at the mall waiting to visit with Santa. The Winter Wonderland is decorated beautifully with a big tree, friendly elves, and life size candy canes that look good enough to eat.

'Buddy, Santa won't know what toys to bring you unless you tell him,' Luke tries to explain.

You've had this conversation a million times, but Jack has remained steadfast. He would rather have nothing to open on Christmas morning than talk to the jolly old man himself.

'I don't cares,' Jack huffs and crosses his arms over his chest.

Luke kneels down so he's eye level with your son. 'Santa's a really nice guy,' he says to him.

'No!' Jack exclaims rather loudly.

You pretty much feel like the worst parent on the planet. Well, you kind of already felt like that when you tricked Jack into coming to the mall in the first place by telling him you were going for Blizzards at Dairy Queen. But now that other parents are staring at you it's even worse.

'Come on...let's go,' you finally relent. The adorable moment you want to witness between your son and Santa isn't going to happen today or anytime soon.

Just as you lean down to scoop Jack up you look over and see your husband sitting on Santa's lap. His long legs looking so out of place up there as he uses his arms to gesture animatedly to Santa as he speaks.

'What is daddy doing?' Jack gawks.

You stifle a laugh. 'It looks like he's telling Santa what he wants for Christmas,' you explain.

Jack's eyes widen. 'Oh...' he says. It's like all the gears are turning in his little head telling him if daddy is doing this it must be okay. He looks up at you. 'My turns?'

You smile brightly and nod your head. 'Sure, go ahead...' you encourage him.

Luke slides off his lap and joins you on the sidelines as you watch your little boy climb up and begin happily talking to Santa.

'Nicely done, Lukey,' you say and lean over to peck his cheek.

'Oh, no...I mean...that wasn't for Jack...how else was Santa supposed to know what I want?' Luke says with a wink.