Santa’s Coming (High Five Novella #1)

Chapter 8 Early Gifts From Santa

Saturday, December 21st

The notification on my phone catches me off guard. Twenty dollars from Santa? It’s a gesture so unexpected, so thoughtful. It leaves a warm, fuzzy, familiar yet so unfamiliar feeling. It’s a reminder that there’s still sweetness in the world. It’s a small act, yet it feels like a big deal—being treated, being thought of, and including Ben too.

Emily: Santa! You’re too kind. Do you do this with all the moms?

Santa: Never.

Emily: I must be special then.

Santa: You have no idea.

As I wrap Ben in his winter gear, a small smile plays on my lips. It’s these little things. These moments of unexpected kindness and a bit of magic that keep me interested in Santa and wanting to know more about him. Heading out with Ben, arms full of gifts, I feel a mixed bag of emotions about visiting my parents. Their well-meaning intentions often miss the mark, tinged with undercurrents of judgment about my divorce. The unspoken expectations and subtle jabs at my single motherhood weigh on me like invisible chains.

The thought of Santa’s gift spurs a spontaneous decision. I pull into the coffee shop. Let’s indulge a bit , I think, ordering a gingerbread latte. It feels rebellious, a tiny act of self-care amid the chaos of family expectations and societal norms. Who cares how many calories are in that drink? Not me, but ’tis the season.

“Ben, you can get anything you like. What do you want?”

His choice of a sugar cookie is simple and sweet, echoing my desire to find joy in small things. We’re both embracing the festive spirit in our own ways. As I leave the drive-through, the latte in hand, a whimsical idea strikes me. I snap a photo of me sipping my drink, a small token of gratitude, and a shared moment with Santa.

Emily: Thank you for the gingerbread latte! My day is a whole lot sweeter now.

Santa’s response, when it comes, is like the cherry on top.

Santa: Cheers indeed.

Today, at least for a moment, feels a bit more magical, a bit more bearable, thanks to a surprise gift from a mysterious Santa.

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Emily: Santa, I want to let you know that I did not say anything regrettable and was on my nicest behavior all day.

Santa: Happy to hear! Sugar is the best medicine. ??

Emily: It was really sweet of you to buy us a treat this morning.

Santa: You’re welcome, and I aim to please.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I wonder if there’s more to me than just being Ben’s mom. It feels selfish, but … I miss being Emily. I always second guess myself. Every time I want something for myself, I worry … am I being a good mom? Am I allowed to have this happiness?

I can’t help but wonder. Am I ready for something new? The playful texts with Santa have been a delightful escape, but the reality of meeting him brings a surge of self-doubt. Do I still have the charm and confidence I once had, or has life as a single mom changed me too much?

Fuck it. I put on my favorite lingerie set and decide to be bold.

Emily: I’ve been thinking about you all day, and I want to do something a little special for you.

Santa: Your presence will be the best present.

Emily: Until then, how about a sweet treat for you?

I snap a teasing selfie in the lingerie and send it to him immediately—before my nerves can convince me to delete it.