The North Pole? Santa Clause? Elves? A whole Clause family? You’d think that all that stuff is fake, right? You’re parents told you when you turned nine that Santa isn’t real. That they were the ones who got you the Lalaloopsy doll you begged Santa for when you were younger. That Santa does not exist.

you beg to differ.

’He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake.’ 100% true. When you were eight, you became an orphan. Santa saw you and saw how you’re life was, and he decided to change it. And one day in that godforsaken orphanage, you fell asleep and woke up in a different place. A place you soon after found out was the North Pole.

You practically grew up there, with the Clause family. There was obviously Santa and Mrs. Clause, or Carol as you called her. She always told you to use her ‘before’ name, as it was less formal. And then there were their two kids, Buddy Calvin (Cal) Clause, their oldest who was sixteen, and Sandra Clause, their youngest who was fifteen and happened to be the same age as you.

The Clauses and elves of the Pole cared for you like their own, so very much over the past seven years. They were you’re family now. You were especially close with Sandra, but almost just as close with Cal too.

You were sat on a snowy hill overlooking the Wobbly Woods, reading a book that Sandra had lended to you. This specific hill was one that you never got tired of, the view having grown to be one of your favorite things about the Pole.

“Hey.” a voice spoke up from your left, and you saw Cal approaching with two thermoses.

“Figured you might want one. Extra marshmallows-like a ton. Thats still your favorite, right? I haven’t seen you drink cocoa in a while.” He continued, plopping down onto the hill next to you and handing you a thermos.