06.dear santa

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                                  06.𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚
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  finally, everything was ready. olivia had spent her entire friday evening and saturday morning putting the finishing touches on her decorations and christmas trees.it was 4 days until christmas and 1 day until ava, her brother in law lorenzo, and her nephew danny would all be here to celebrate. to say she was ecstatic would be a understatement. christmas had always been her favorite holiday of the year, it was the one time of the year her and ava got to celebrate things with more than just a card, but this one was special. usually she just went to them, it being cheaper and over all easier, but for once they were going to  come to her and considering it was projected to be a snowy christmas— olivia was basically beaming. they used to decorate their room and bake little cookies and sometimes, depending on what home they were in that year, they would go to see santa. ava had long forgotten the fib of the old man and his deer but she kept it alive for the younger girl although she had never really believed to begin with, she just liked the pictures. it was the one time of the year that they got to celebrate things like they once had . olivia still set out little christmas villages under her tree made from collectible figures like the ones her mother collected, it was one of the traditions she loved the most, the little people in their own little happy bubble.

  olivia missed her sister, they hadn't spent more than a few days at a time together in almost two years outside of christmas due to messy schedules and about 4,426 miles between the two so when ava told her they would be staying for two weeks, olivia couldn't help but shriek with excitement. she missed her nephew even more. danny was the sweetest creature to ever exist in olivia's mind and she absolutely adored the boy, buying and sending him gifts whenever she saw anything they thought he would like and always sending her sister daily blessings to tell him. she had just finished packing away the empty boxes that were once filled with christmas decorations, ready to send the pictures of the lit tree to her when she got the news.

they weren't coming.

lorenzo couldn't get enough time off, danny was sick, and olivia was officially devastated. she had been waiting all year for this very moment, even making sure to buy a tree for the spare bedroom. she had just been raving to lucy the weekend before about how excited she was for them to all celebrate together. now she was left 20 minutes later, tears pricking her eyes with tinsel stuck to her sweater as she texted her sister back that it was okay. technically it was because there was nothing they could do about it, but olivia was still going to be alone on christmas for the first time in years and she was not pleased about it. at all. she was gonna have to break it to lucy and harry that they wouldn't be seeing their "grandson" this year, again, and just the thought of seeing the sad look on harry's sweet face broke her heart.

she hated being alone on holidays, especially christmas. it was her favorite holiday, as cliche as it sounded, and the last thing she wanted was to be was sitting on her couch watching white washed hallmark movies alone. her mind wondered to emily. was she going to be alone? god she hoped not, although she highly doubted she would mind. she was such a independent person she probably would like not dealing with a bunch of people. olivia had spent so much time decorating and getting caught up in her own thoughts she didn't even realize it was time for lunch with lucy. it wasn't until lucy texted her to ask if they were still on  that she came to, quickly packing up the food she had made the night before making her way down to the lobby

"i'm sorry! i was finishing my tree"

lucy turned around, grin on her face before it faltered as pulling her chair up next to her "it's alright.. are you okay? you're eyes are puffy"

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