"Yes, and she also writes the lists."
John turned to Bethany. "After I get dressed, can I go next door? I think I left a dead mouse in Mrs. Abermarle's breadbox as a joke. I do not want to be on the naughty list."
She nodded. "Good idea."
"And John?" Blake tapped his shoulder. "You and your sister may call me Uncle Blake if you'd like."
In answer, John hugged Blake's legs. "Happy Christmas, Uncle Blake."
When toys occupied the children's attention once more, Bethany gladly returned to the comfort and security of Blake's embrace.
Christmas was a time of miracles and love, happiness and acceptance. She had found all of that and more in the unlikely arms of an elf.
The End
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Sandra is a writer of romantic fiction. Her portfolio includes historical, contemporary, sci-fi and paranormal romances. She loves to blend genres and spice them up and often times will add humor as well.
After catching the writing bug at the young age of ten, she’s gone on to grow her unique writing style. She’s a regular contributor for the Paranormal Romantic’s blog and has a great time keeping things interesting at the Believing is Seeing blog.
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