Santa's Daughter (1st bk of Santa Series) (Completed)

Chapter 1 (Edited)

It was a dark and snowy night with two figures sitting outside, watching the snow fall down in the North Pole. The older of the two was quiet, while watching his child look around, sleepily.

"You'll have to behave for your mother, Mary," the older man said, looking at his four year old daughter. "Frankie will be there, if you need to talk to him."

"I will, Papa," she said, looking lovingly at her father and trying not to yawn. Her brown eyes tried not to close, but they sometimes did before they opened up again. She watched her father, her cheeks a little red from the cold.

The father laughed and cuddled his daughter closer to him. He knew that this would be the last time he had with his little girl, but he wished her the best. He knew why his wife was taking away their child, but he wished that it wasn't true. He wanted them both to be with him during Christmas and there after.

The little girl snuggled her face into his snow white beard and took in the smells of her father. She loved that he smelt like Christmas, always smelling fresh and clean. She closed her eyes again, slightly dozing.

After a few minutes the little girl's father took her by the shoulders and pulled her face out of his beard. She looked up at him and looked away shivering. Something in his eyes, made the little girl worry, and she didn't like it one bit.

"Look at me, Mary," her father said, with such intensity that she did as she was told to do. He sighed and put a hand in his pocket. "I got something for you, and I want you to wear it every day. You should say to yourself that you are my daughter, and you should be proud that you are Mary Clause. No one can take that away from you, or my love for you and your mother." He pulled out a red sleigh necklace

"I will always remember you, Papa," the little girl said, as her father placed the necklace around her neck, "and I will always wear it." She touched it, before looking up at her father, smiling at him.

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"I'll always wear it," I mumbled, still half asleep but waking up.

I sat up and looked around my room, wondering what I was supposed to remember. My eyes landed on the red sleigh necklace, that was hanging on the mirror. I knew that the necklace was from the past, but I didn't remember when I had gotten it.

I sighed and stood to stretch, remembering that today was the last day of school before Winter Break. A smile broke out on my face, because I knew that in a week's time, I would be turning sixteen, and I could get my driver's license. I quickly got changed, getting ready to do my chores of cleaning half the horses stalls and getting all of them fed.

"Mary, get dressed for school," my mother called out, as I was putting on a dirty shirt. She stood by my doorway and watched me with her brown eyes. A smile was on her face, while she looked me up and down, probably glad of what I had become.

  "But, Mom, I have to feed the horses," I complained, as I pulled on my jeans. I turned to look at her, folding my arms across my chest. "It's my job remember?" I raised an eyebrow staring at an older version of me.

I was not kidding. I looked exactly like my mother. Both of us had the same build, with broad shoulders and lean muscles. I was sure the lean muscles was from the chores that we had to do, taking care of abused horses and such. Anyways, we had the same facial structure, except my jawline and smaller looking nose were probably from my father. We both stood at 5'8 and had shoulder length wavy black hair, with brown eyes, that were almond shaped.

"It's already been taken care of, so now you can just get ready for school." She leaned against the doorframe. "You should be glad. Next month, you'll be able to drive yourself and your friends to school."

I nodded my head, knowing that I would be getting my license close to my b-day, even though I wouldn't get it on my b-day, since it was Christmas. "I know that," I replied. "I don't know why my chores were done, since they were my job. But, I'm not complaining, so I'll get ready."

Mom laughed, shaking her head. "I'll get breakfast ready for you, then." She left my room, giving me a sad smile. It was as if she knew something that I didn't.

I didn't know what the sad smile was for, but I guess it wasn't that important if she didn't tell me. I shook my head and sighed, clearing my thoughts out my head, before I got dressed. I turned to look at the red sleigh necklace and frowned, the dream coming back to me.