A Collection of Short Stories

We Wish You a Mary Christmas

Young little Mary; she was born to parents who are non-existant to some, and the best giver of presents to others. Mary was born to Mr. and Mrs. Claus. That's right, her dad is Santa Claus. Mrs. Claus was getting close to Mary's due date, so any day now, Mr. and Mrs. Claus would have a baby girl. They already have four other children; one girl and three boys. Their names are Thomas, Lizzie, Mason, and Seth.

Santa was sitting in his office one day, reading over children's Christmas lists, when he comes over an unusual list. It comes from an adult, not a child. This list had been wishing for a child, preferably a daughter. This list came from a woman who Santa had kept happy every year on December 25th, Elizabeth Davenport. She was a very unique girl, she had the strangest wish lists that Santa and only a few elves could fulfil her toys. From a young age she had been wishing to grow up; always asking for business clothes and briefcases. But this year; this year was quite strange. Last year, all she had wished for was her happiness to continue on with her husband, Alexander Christmas. The two of them had been wishing for a child; preferably a daughter. Christmas was two weeks away; there was no way Santa could make Elizabeth and Alexander's dreams come true in that short time. Unless. 

"Oh Mrs. Claus!" Santa called out. He had searched their entire house, which is located right outside the factory in which the elves work to make little kids' faces light up on the morning on December 25th. Santa searched and searched until he found Mrs. Claus stretched out on the bed of their youngest child, Mason. Mrs. Claus was reading him a fairy tale book about Peter Pan. "Oh Mrs. Claus, I have a drastic request from little Ms. Elizabeth," Santa said. 

"I'll be back, okay dear?" Mrs. Claus whispered to Mason. Mason nodded, whispering an 'Okay Mommy' after Mrs. Claus walked over to her husband. Santa took her hand in his and guided her to their bedroom. "What is it? What does Elizabeth want this year?" Mrs. Claus loves Elizabeth Davenport Christmas; she can't wait to find out what she wants this year.

"Elizabeth wants a baby girl. She said her doctors ran many tests, and she's just inable to have a baby on her own. She and Alexander really want a child Mrs. Claus. Preferably, a girl." Santa and his wife both glanced down at Mrs. Claus' stomach.

"You want to give her our daughter?" Mrs. Claus asked, sounding hurt. 

"Please dear! We always make her dreams come true," Santa pleaded. Mrs. Claus didn't know how to respond. "We already have four children, and besides, Elizabeth will tell her daughter about us! Please Mrs. Claus?" Santa begged.

"Alright." Mrs. Claus responded before heading off to Mason's room again.

- - -

It happened. It's been a week since little Mary Claus was born, and Christmas was tomorrow. Santa and Mrs. Claus tucked Mary in a blanket tightly, and Mrs. Claus wrote a note, placing it on top of the baby's blanket. 

Mr. Claus was off. He went to the Christmas' house first, and then he delievered to every house in the world before being back by morning at the north pole.

- - -

Elizabeth and Alexander woke up on Christmas morning, early as a child would, knowing Santa had come. They heard cries as they bounded down the steps of their two story home, and they knew what was awaiting them near their Christmas tree. This provoked them to go even faster, surprisingly neither of them fell down the steps. Elizabeth entered the living room, and Alexander followed close after. Under the tree, there was not a child. But many other presents, ranging in size.

"I know I heard a baby cry," Elizabeth whispered to her husband.

"I did too, babe. I did too." Alexander replied, snaking his arm around his wife's waist. They walked around in the living room, but they heard it again. The cries of a young baby. They looked immediately, and there, lying on the couch, was the only present either of them had a wished for. A beautiful baby girl. Elizabeth ran up to the child, and immediately took Mary into her embrace.

"We wish you a Mary Christmas, signed Mrs. Claus," Elizabeth read aloud. "P.S., her name is Mary. Please do not change it, dear." Elizabeth read on. That was the whole note, and Elizabeth stared down at her child. This was the present she'd always dreamed of. Being a mommy.

"It... It's a... A girl?" Alexander whispered.

"Yes, baby. It is," Elizabeth whispered back. Alexander came up behind Elizabeth, and placed one hand on her hip, and the other on her shoulder. They swayed back and forth, using baby talk towards their baby girl. They knew that this little baby girl was meant for them; it was no accidental drop off by Santa.

"We're parents now." Alexander whispered into his wife's ear. Elizabeth nodded, and Alexander kissed her cheek. After their little affection towards each other, they went back to the baby. Alexander tickled Mary, and Mary would actually giggle, causing both of her parents to laugh.

"Let's open the presents," Elizabeth said, carrying Mary over to the couch. Elizabeth sat down with Mary on her lap, while Alexander messed with the Christmas presents. He opened each and every one, and it was something to help them with Mary. Santa had done way more than asked; he brought everything needed for Mary's baby years. One present, though, was quite strange. It was a small box, nothing could've fit into it.

"What's this?" Alexander asked while opening the small box. Inside was a note. "Check the second bedroom, signed Santa." Alexander read. Even though it said it was from Santa, both Elizabeth and Alexander were worried. Alexander went up the steps first, Elizabeth following while carrying Mary. They went to the bedroom, and Alexander pushed open the door. The room was completely redecorated to look like a child's nursery. Elizabeth and Alexander smiled and looked at the daughter Santa had blessed them.

"Merry Christmas," Alexander whispered to his wife and daughter before giving them each a kiss and returning to the living room to finish opening their Christmas presents.