to town
“It’s working . I think I can hear something on the roof! Don’t give up, everyone. Let’s show Santa how much we love him!”
He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!
O! You better watch out!
You better not cry
Better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
“Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!” A loud greeting came from behind us, resulting in a thunderous cheer. My heart dropped knowing Mason was missing the best part of the evening, but there was no time for disappointment. Now that Santa had arrived, there was still more to do. Giving others some space to move, I headed to the back of the room to watch for Mason.
Parents clapped as they watched their child ren rush forward, desperate to talk with St. Nick, and clamor up onto his lap. We’d set up a chair with a North Pole backdrop so everyone could get their photo taken. Jasmine helped organize the rambunctious group into an orderly line as the man Mason hired as the photographer came forward with his tripod.
“Who wants to come tell Santa their Christmas wish , first?” A familiar voice called out. I hadn’t noticed Daniel enter the room dressed as an elf. He wore all green with pointy shoes on that jingled when he walked. He looked adorable in his red and white striped hat, I tried not to laugh out loud. He’d gone all out for the children—the tips of his ears were as pointy as his shoes.
“Me!”
“Me!”
“Pick me!”
“I do!”
The response was instant. Kids swarmed around Santa, reducing Jasmine’s efforts to complete chaos. No one minded, however, and even the adults were caught up in the magic of the moment, as well. As everyone crowded around the beloved guest, I lost my chance to watch the wonder on each child’s face as they talked with the man in red. All I could see were people’s backs; and with Mason still not back, I decided I wasn’t going to wait any longer. He’d be upset if he got back and it was over, so it was up to me to make sure that he at least got to see a little bit of the joy the Pack was providing for the children.
Smiling , I left my position along the far wall and thanked those I passed for coming, wishing them a wonderful holiday. I gave one last glance over my shoulder at the festivities before pushing through the swinging doors and into the kitchen. Business and problems could wait. If I had to, I’d drag him out of there.
“Mason?” I called out, only to be greeted by an empty room. The food had been put away and, for the most part, the counters and dishes were washed and stored. There was no one in the pantry, either. A trash bin propped the back door open and I realized what had probably happened. With all the noise in the main hall, Mason had likely gone out to finish his conversation. It made total sense. But, as I stuck my head outside, the only person I saw was Wade coming toward me.
“You okay, Darcy?” he asked, surprised. “I though t you’d be in there having fun.”
“I was. I’m looking for Mason. Have you seen him?” The chilly air caused our breaths to create puffs of clouds.
“I saw him earlier. Maybe you should check it out in there, again. I’m sure if you look hard enough, you’ll find him.” There was a knowing kind of twinkle in his eyes, making me wonder what he meant. “In fact, I’m positive. Come on, I’ll go with you.”
“I don’t know. I don’t want him to miss Santa’s visit. It sounds silly, but it’s one of my favorite parts of Christmas.”
“Oh, he knows.” Not waiting for me to respond, Wade grabbed hold of my hand and led me back to the party. The difference in volume between the quiet kitchen and boisterous hall was immediate. “Good luck, Darcy,” Wade yelled, smiling as he disappeared into the crowd.
Rising up onto my tiptoes, I scanned the room, searching for the man who made my heart skip a beat. I saw pack
“It’s working . I think I can hear something on the roof! Don’t give up, everyone. Let’s show Santa how much we love him!”
He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!
O! You better watch out!
You better not cry
Better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
“Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!” A loud greeting came from behind us, resulting in a thunderous cheer. My heart dropped knowing Mason was missing the best part of the evening, but there was no time for disappointment. Now that Santa had arrived, there was still more to do. Giving others some space to move, I headed to the back of the room to watch for Mason.
Parents clapped as they watched their child ren rush forward, desperate to talk with St. Nick, and clamor up onto his lap. We’d set up a chair with a North Pole backdrop so everyone could get their photo taken. Jasmine helped organize the rambunctious group into an orderly line as the man Mason hired as the photographer came forward with his tripod.
“Who wants to come tell Santa their Christmas wish , first?” A familiar voice called out. I hadn’t noticed Daniel enter the room dressed as an elf. He wore all green with pointy shoes on that jingled when he walked. He looked adorable in his red and white striped hat, I tried not to laugh out loud. He’d gone all out for the children—the tips of his ears were as pointy as his shoes.
“Me!”
“Me!”
“Pick me!”
“I do!”
The response was instant. Kids swarmed around Santa, reducing Jasmine’s efforts to complete chaos. No one minded, however, and even the adults were caught up in the magic of the moment, as well. As everyone crowded around the beloved guest, I lost my chance to watch the wonder on each child’s face as they talked with the man in red. All I could see were people’s backs; and with Mason still not back, I decided I wasn’t going to wait any longer. He’d be upset if he got back and it was over, so it was up to me to make sure that he at least got to see a little bit of the joy the Pack was providing for the children.
Smiling , I left my position along the far wall and thanked those I passed for coming, wishing them a wonderful holiday. I gave one last glance over my shoulder at the festivities before pushing through the swinging doors and into the kitchen. Business and problems could wait. If I had to, I’d drag him out of there.
“Mason?” I called out, only to be greeted by an empty room. The food had been put away and, for the most part, the counters and dishes were washed and stored. There was no one in the pantry, either. A trash bin propped the back door open and I realized what had probably happened. With all the noise in the main hall, Mason had likely gone out to finish his conversation. It made total sense. But, as I stuck my head outside, the only person I saw was Wade coming toward me.
“You okay, Darcy?” he asked, surprised. “I though t you’d be in there having fun.”
“I was. I’m looking for Mason. Have you seen him?” The chilly air caused our breaths to create puffs of clouds.
“I saw him earlier. Maybe you should check it out in there, again. I’m sure if you look hard enough, you’ll find him.” There was a knowing kind of twinkle in his eyes, making me wonder what he meant. “In fact, I’m positive. Come on, I’ll go with you.”
“I don’t know. I don’t want him to miss Santa’s visit. It sounds silly, but it’s one of my favorite parts of Christmas.”
“Oh, he knows.” Not waiting for me to respond, Wade grabbed hold of my hand and led me back to the party. The difference in volume between the quiet kitchen and boisterous hall was immediate. “Good luck, Darcy,” Wade yelled, smiling as he disappeared into the crowd.
Rising up onto my tiptoes, I scanned the room, searching for the man who made my heart skip a beat. I saw pack
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