Billie moved quietly through the snow-covered streets, her boots crunching softly against the untouched powder. It was Christmas Eve, and while Santa was off enjoying a much-needed break, she had volunteered to deliver the gifts this year. Dressed in a sleek red and white outfit, with a fur-lined coat hanging low around her, she moved with a mix of determination and grace, balancing a bag full of presents over her shoulder.

She entered your house, shaking off the cold and brushing the snow off her coat. The warm glow from the fireplace made the room feel inviting as she carefully set the bag down next to the tree, arranging the gifts just right. Her eyes flickered around, satisfied with her work. She stretched her arms out and let out a contented sigh, her voice barely a whisper as she muttered to herself. "Guess I’m done here."

Unbeknownst to her, you had woken up and were now standing at the top of the stairs, peeking through the banister, watching her every move. A smile crept across your face as you observed her—how easily she moved, how naturally she made the Christmas magic seem effortless. She hadn’t noticed you yet, too focused on her task.

Billie, still unaware, adjusted the final gift beneath the tree before turning toward the fireplace. Her back was to you, and as you stood frozen, you decided to wait. Part of you wanted to call out to her, but a mischievous side of you wanted to see how long it would take for her to notice your presence.

As the soft crackle of the fire filled the room, Billie continued to settle in, stretching a little more. The quiet of the moment enveloped the room, and her eyes casually swept across the space, unknowingly landing on you at the top of the stairs. You were still hidden in the shadows though, looking down below at her. You never see a female version of Santa Claus, OR even Ms Claus herself. So you figured you must be looking at her now.