Saint Nick

Winter loved cold weather, but most importantly, the thing that came with it. Christmas! She's just a 24 year old that believes in Santa Claus and the North Pole, but when an earth-shattering event happens the morning of Christmas Eve, Winter finds her mood dampened. Christmas magic will send her a special visitor that just might give her the dose of Christmas cheer she needs.

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I grabbed my metal bat (the one I was going to use to beat the shit out of Ben's car, but I got too scared) from the side of my nightstand and held it up, gripping the handle. Sweet Lord I was about to attack whoever was in my house and I was nervous as hell. I smoothed down my red, silk nightie and took a deep breath before opening my door silently.

My heart was thumping in my chest as I made my way to where the noise was located-the living room. I gulped and turned the corner, seeing a tall, slender figure standing in front of my sad, little Christmas tree that I had kicked over in rage over an hour ago. The lamp light illuminated him vaguely, accenting his fit body and dark hair. The figure, clearly male, sighed and picked up the sunken tree, setting it upright. I frowned and stood still, my knuckles white from gripping the bat so hard. The man ran his hand across the pines and the tree immediately raised taller. My mouth fell open and my eyes widened; how did he do that?!

He reached over to a bag and took out several things, placing them under the tree-Wait...were those presents? Could this be...

The figure turned and let out a frightened Yelp, triggering my own. The man backed up and almost tripped over his bag as I also tried retreat, whipping my body around so fast I hit myself in the forehead with my own bat. I fell to the floor and groaned as I clutched the tender skin of my head, rolling to the side. I hadn't noticed the man making his way towards me cautiously.

"Um, Winter, are you alright?" He asked. "I'm Nick Claus."