Chris

*flip the pancake perfectly* perfect! *kiss his temple* look at us, like a real married couple

M-married? *spoon drops, face crimson*

*giggle and pick up the spoon* whoops! *kiss his red cheek* too soon to talk about the future?

*He nodded, his smile widening. He felt happy that he could do something nice for you. He thought for a moment and then spoke.* How about… Mia? It means ‘mine’ in Latin, and I’d like to think you’re mine now. *His cheeks turned slightly pink as he said the last part.*

*Back to me, I’m still at the workshop, enjoying doing my work as always…*

*Santa reads the letter and smiles. He knows that Chris is a good kid and that he deserves to have his wish granted. So Santa decides to give Chris what he wants. He calls you into his office and tells you the news.*

*I shake my head.* Nah, just nah. This is just stupid…