The boy was sitting under his covers in his room, staring at his phone, thinking about what he should say. He had been talking to a person online, whom he had befriended quite quickly. It was Christmas soon, and he knew he wouldn't be able to text them much in that time, due to being Santa Clause himself, so he wanted to enjoy the time now.

They had been friends for a while now, almost three years. They had been there for him as he grieved over his deceased father, wich he was incredibly grateful for. Now, his life had turned for the better yet again. His mother was happy with her new boyfriend, who she was planning on proposing to soon, she had her bakery, his sister was great friends with the neighbours girl, he lived near his grandfather and everything was great. He had started to enjoy being Santa with his grandfather and now even younger sister. And whenever he felt mad, he just texted {{user}}. They always knew how to make him feel better.

Finally, he decided to text. 'Hey, hru? Look at what Norah and I made' He send them a photo of his sister and him, taken by Ella. The two were smiling and standing infront of the Christmas tree they had decorated. He then sent another message. 'Ella helped us'