Happy #OlitzADays my darlings. Here is my new Christmas Story for this year. I don't know if I can top #XmasInVt but I am going to try.

This story is based on the famous Christmas editorial "Yes Virginia, There Is A Santa Claus." The letter that prompted the editorial was written by Virginia O'Hanlon in 1895. It was printed in "The New York Sun" on September 21, 1895.

Now I'm sure you're wondering what this has to do with #Olitz? I won't give ANYTHING away but read and review. I'm thinking after that #WinterFinale we could all use some #OlitzXmasFluff.

Let me know what you think…Me's

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"Yes Mr. President, There Is A (Mrs.) Santa Claus"

Chapter 1: "From Godmother to Gladiator…"

October 14, 2014

Genevieve Lewis, "Ginny" as her friends call her at Green Mountain Elementary School, in Maple-Town Vermont, is one of the top students in Mrs. Goldwyn's third grade class. She is the daughter of Tom Lewis and Monique Pope-Lewis. Her father, Tom grew up in Montpelier, and Monique grew up in Kingsroad Vermont.

Her father was the oldest in his family, and her mother, the middle child. "Mo" her family called her mother, had an older brother Jared Pope, and younger sister, Olivia. When "Mo" was pregnant with Ginny, she asked if she would be her god-mother. Mo is extremly close to her sister, and knew his would mean more than anything to her baby sister. Of course Olivia accepted.

Now Ginny was eight years old, and loved going to school. She excelled in Math and Science but had trouble in the Social Studies and History. Since Olivia loved history and politics, she would often help Ginny with that homework. Her sister helped her with the other subjects but History was Ginny's and her aunt's "thing."

As the holidays approached, her parents took her to the store to look for a Halloween candy. Ginny noticed the stores already decorating for Christmas. Christmas in Vermont was always her favorite time of year to be with her family. The local town would hang huge decorations from the street lights, and run strands across Main Street.

Many local Tree Farms opened starting the beginning of October for Fall Festivals, Apple picking, Corn mazes, and pumpkin picking. The day after Thanksgiving Ginny's entire family would go cut down a real tree and begin to decorate it at her grandparent's house. Her Aunt Olivia could not always come home for this tradition but she tried.

The local bakeries would begin baking "pumpkin" everything to entice the buyers to come and buy their tasty treats. But nothing compared to her grandmother's baked goodies she made during Holidays. Ginny's mom could bake but her Grandmother Alice "Allie" was the best.

As Halloween approached, the kids not only in her class, but the others, began to tell her that Santa was not real. Ginny did her best not to focus on it, because she was excited for trick or treating, but it still bothered her. The older children would chastise Ginny that it was their parents who bought and put presents under the tree Christmas morning.

"That's not true," Ginny told one of the other children. "There is a Santa Claus."

"No he's not. I saw my mom sneaking presents under our tree last year. She didn't know that I saw her," one of the older kids pointed out.

"How do you know? My mom and dad leave my little brother and I presents under the tree every year too," Ginny corrected them.

"I caught my Dad eating the cookies and wrapping presents. I also heard my Mom whispering to my Dad not to eat too many cookies," another child pointed out.

"I still don't believe you," Ginny pointed out. "My Aunt Libby is an adult and she still believes in Santa. She's my godmother and is the smartest person I know."

The other kids rolled their eyes. "Your aunt is just being nice," another child said to Ginny hurting her feelings.

"My Aunt Olivia Pope says just because you can't see something does not mean it's not real," Ginny was beginning to cry. "She does not lie. Gladiators always tell the truth!" Their teacher heard them arguing and came over to stop things before they became out of control.

Mrs. Goldwyn could tell how upset Ginny became over this issue and pulled her to the side before recess. She was able to calm her down. "Ginny what is going on," she asked.

"The other kids think Santa is not real, but I believe he is," Ginny explained to her.

"How do you know he's real," her teacher asked. "What makes you think so?"

"I don't know. I just need to believe that HE is real," Ginny explained. "I know I can't see him but I feel that Santa is real. Why wouldn't he be?"

"Well I still believe too," her teacher sweetly told Ginny. "Is there anyone you can talk to about this at home?"

"Yes Aunt Libby is visiting soon."

"You called your aunt a…" her teacher trailed off.

"She's a 'Gladiator in a Suit," Ginny explained to her teacher, watching her squint. "She fixes things," Ginny boasted. "So I can ask her when I see her next, and Aunt Lib's will make it okay."

"Good thinking. I hear your aunt is a smart lady," Mrs. Goldwyn hugged Ginny. Her teacher knew that Olivia lived in Washington D.C and came home to Vermont to see Ginny whenever she could. From what her teacher recalled, Ginny's godmother worked for "The D.C. Times" newspaper.

"Yes Ant Lib's in the best," Ginny smiled and asked if she could go out for recess. Mrs. Goldwyn allowed her to go. Her teacher than sat at her desk and wrote a note to both her parents and Olivia informing them of the situation. She hoped that this problem could be resolved and Ginny would still have a reason to believe.

When Ginny arrived home, Mo found the note. They sat down and talked after they did homework. Mo saw how upset Ginny was that the other kids don't believe in Santa Claus. When her husband came home from work that night, they decided to wait till the kids went to bed, and call Olivia.

"Genevieve needs something to believe in Lib's. I don't want her to lose the magic of Christmas," Mo explained heartbroken.

"I know. Look when I come up this weekend, we'll come up with a plan," Olivia said.

"You're still coming. I thought you had something major changed with work," her hinted. "Wait did you get it?"

"Monique I don't know yet." Olivia sternly said. "I should know soon. Look I have to go. I'll see you then and we'll think of a plan for Genevieve and Sebastian okay. We'll make sure they don't lose the magic this year. Okay?"

"Consider it Handled baby sister," Mo teased. Olivia rolled her eyes and they hung up the phone. She already had a great idea in her mind and she had a good hunch that her godchild would love the idea.

She looked at their picture beside her bed and said, "We'll handle this Pumpkin. You'll see and it will be great."

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"Gladiator Godmother…" (3 Days Later)

"Mom when is Aunt Lib going to be here," Ginny asked Mo from her bedroom upstairs. It was near dinner time and both kids hoped that Olivia would make it time.

"Genevieve Rose Lewis, where is my Pumpkin Pie," Ginny heard while she was upstairs in her room.

"Sebastian Anthony Lewis, you best come give me my sugars," her little brother than heard.

"Ant Libby's here. Ant Libby's hear Sebastian," Ginny ran to get her younger brother that was playing next door in his room.

"I know! I know!" Sebastian told his sister.

"Well let's go," Ginny scolded, dragging him out of his room. Once hearing that their favorite aunt was there, both kids ran down the stairs, practically knocking her over at the door.

"My goodness," Olivia said. "I missed you guys too." Her sister smiled, as she watched her little sister come into the house.

Her niece and nephew pulled Olivia into the Living Room wanting nothing but to talk to her about everything. The kids bought some pumpkin stuff to bake, and they wanted to go pumpkin picking tomorrow. Olivia nodded and said it was fine. Olivia knew that they waited for her to go the local farm to get their pumpkins for Halloween.

"Is Jared, the twins, and Sabrina meeting us at the farm tomorrow," Tom said coming into the room, hearing that his sister in law had arrived. He walked over gave her a hug, and sat in a nearby chair.

"Yes they are going to meet us there after breakfast. The twins are not happy they aren't seeing their favorite aunt tonight," Mo teased her sister. "I guess you are in high demand little sister."

"Whatever," Olivia chuckled. "I'll stay with them tomorrow night then. You can all share. And I know I have to see Momma and Daddy before I go back." Olivia knew if she didn't see her parents before leaving, she would be in a lot of trouble.

"We're doing Sunday Dinner Ant Lib's. You can't miss it," Ginny whined at her godmother.

"I won't Pumpkin. Don't worry," Olivia reassured her niece. They kids then began talking so much that Mo to remind them that Olivia could be there all weekend.

"You're here till Monday Ant Libby," Sebastian climbed into her lip.

"No I have to go back Sunday night. I have to work Monday morning," seeing the sad faces broke her heart.

"Do you have to leave then," Ginny cried. "We want you longer. Uncle James can live without you a little longer can't he?"

"Oh honey he needs me Monday morning Pumpkin. I can't let him down." Olivia told Ginny and Sebastian. "I'll be back up before you know it."

"You promise," Sebastian whimpered to Olivia.

"Absolutely," Olivia cuddled the kids. They then sat down for dinner. Her sister made a great meal, and Olivia helped put the kids into bed. She then relaxed with Mo and Tom the rest of the night and made sure her camera was fully charged for the next day.

As Olivia woke up the next morning, she could hear Genevieve and Sebastian already aching to come up the stairs. She hid under the blankets, eagerly awaiting for them to come and bombard her with morning kisses. Her door quietly opened and she heard whispering, in a vain attempt not to wake her yet.

She bit her lip under the covers. When they were close enough, she sat up, grabbed the kids and pulled them under the blankets. The kids shrieked in laughter. Once everyone calmed down, they went downstairs, ate breakfast, and got ready to leave for the Pumpkin Patch.

At the Pumpkin Patch, Olivia saw her brother and sister in law already waiting for them to arrive. The moment she got out of the car, her other niece and nephew came running in her direction. "Ant Libby! Ant Libby," they screamed as they hit her body, practically sending her tumbling onto the grass.

"Alex, and Emma my goodness you just saw me last month," she scolded the twins as they clung to her hips. They were now twelve and almost to her shoulders. "What is my brother feeding you both?"

"That was like Labor Day weekend Ant Lib's," Emma nicely teased her aunt.

"Plus Nana has us over every Sunday for dinner. You know Daddy loves her cooking." Alex added next for good measure.

"That he does," Olivia looked up at her brother, who came over to give her a huge bear hug. He hated the fact that she lived down in D.C. but it was what she always wanted. When she was in college, she was undecided if she wanted to be a lawyer or reporter.

Olivia's god-father hoped she would go into law because he was Law professor. He was mentoring her to become a fantastic lawyer. But once Olivia met a "close friend" of her godfather's, she changed her mind. She found his passion for the news fascinating, and she became his most prized pupil.

Her godfather, was bitter at first but in time he saw how great of a reporter she became under his help. Not only that, but it bought out a side of him she always knew was there and assisted him in realizing it. Now they were happily married, and she got to see them both regularly in D.C.

As they walked the kids through pumpkin patch each child picked their pumpkin out. They then stopped at the corn maze. They divided in teams, and the last one out, got to buy the other side dinner that night. Olivia took the kids with her, and with all their help they beat their parents out. Mo and Tom were out second, and then followed by Jared and Sabrina.

That night, they had a family dinner at Jared's house. Alex and Emma were ecstatic that their aunt go to stay for the night. Her sister in law cooked a fantastic meal and Olivia read Alex and Emma their favorite story before going to bed. She thought it was too early for a Christmas book but she gave in because she hardly saw them.

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"Letter to Santa"…

The next morning, Mo, Tom, Ginny and Sebastian came by for breakfast before the entire family headed to Mass. If Olivia was home in Vermont with her family, she attended Mass with her family. Her parents saw her coming in the church and gave her a big hug.

"Hi Momma. Daddy," Olivia addressed them both. They moved over in the church pew and waited for the Mass to start. The Priest recognized Olivia and smiled at seeing her with her family. The Mass lasted about forty-five minutes and from there the entire family went her parent's estate.

The Pope estate had been in the family for almost half a century. Olivia's grandfather bought the property from the textile mill he worked at for 325.00 dollars, and gradually bought all the surrounding land. Now the estate was acres of green trees, with a gorgeous home, orchards and a black gate.

If Olivia came to Vermont, she had to come visit her parents here because this was home.

As, she walked into the home with her Mom, they chatted a few moments. "How does it feel to be home Livy?"

"It feels good Momma," Olivia smiled at her mother Alice Rose Pope.

"I know it's hard for you to come here," her mother led her to the kitchen. "You didn't come last time."

"I'm sorry Momma I just couldn't. The memories here hurt. I will stay as long as I can but then I have a plan to catch to get home to D.C." She kissed her mother.

"I know sweetie. Come one help me with dinner and then you can tell me all about DC and if there is a man in your life," her mother in hinted. Olivia rolled her eyes hating the idea of a man in her life.

"I don't need a man Momma. I don't date remember," Olivia reminded her. She then helped in the kitchen to prepare dinner. She saw her nieces and nephews playing out in the orchards in the back yard, and hoped one day she could have that life.

"It will happen Livy," Mo came in after her mother went to check on her grandchildren. Olivia smiled. She wanted children but gave up on finding "Mr. Right" a long time ago. "The perfect guy is out there for you. Maybe he'll show up for Christmas this year," her sister teased.

"You're crazy Monique," she nudged her shoulder. "I moved to DC over the summer. With work, possible new job and where I work, do you think I have time for a man," she groaned. "What do you want me to do, write a letter to Santa and ask me to send me my soul mate. We're not kids anymore. I am not asking Santa for a man for Christmas. Lord have mercy," she walked away.

"Why not people have asked for worse? You never know Lib's, Mr. Right could be right under your nose in the Nation's Capital and you don't even know it yet," Mo playfully suggested to Olivia.

"Oh yah. Next thing you're going to tell me I'll meet him when I least expect it to right," Olivia threw a dish towel at her. "Stuff like that doesn't happen Sis. I am not that lucky." Mo and Olivia then finished in the kitchen. But what they didn't know Ginny heard them talking and smiled as she went to play in the other room.

That afternoon after dinner was cleaned up and put away, Olivia decided to finally have her talk with Ginny. She took her hand and they went to sit outside on the swing. It was before you entered her parent's orchards. It was their favorite spot to sit and talk if she were here.

"So your mom told me you are having some trouble at school Ginny," Olivia asked her goddaughter.

"Yes Ma'am," Ginny answered sadly. "The kids are being mean to me Ant Lib's."

"How come Pumpkin? I thought they all really liked you."

"They did until they found out I still believe in Santa Claus. The other kids say he is not real," Ginny began to cry. "What do you think Ant Libby?"

"I think you should trust your gut and believe whatever you FEEL is right," Olivia instructed Ginny. "But if you are not sure, you could write a letter to someone and asked their opinion."

Ginny listened to Olivia closely. Her aunt then said, "This person you write too should be important and someone you trust."

Ginny's eyes lifted. "Like who?"

"Oh Pumpkin I don't know. It can be anyone you want."

"It can Ant Lib's," Ginny asked. "Like the editor of your newspaper or someone bigger?"

"Well that is up to you sweetheart," she put her arm Ginny. She saw Ginny's face lite up. "I know you are thinking of someone honey."

"I am but do I have to tell you who it is," Ginny asked her. "I want it to be a surprise in case he writes back. You told me about him before and you said that you trusted him. He's really important. I trust he'll tell me if there is a Santa Claus. You said to trust your gut and it says to write to this person."

Olivia gave her the strangest look. "Okay. But you'll tell me who it is eventually right. What if I have to meet this person or something? " Then Ginny's eyes became huge. "Genevieve Rose Lewis you best not write to anyone crazy?"

"No Ma'am. I promise," Ginny smiled. "Something tells me Ant Libby he's the perfect person to write a letter and ask. I may even ask Papa for help."

Olivia eyed her suspiciously. She kissed her cheek and they both went back inside. It was now time for her to leave to head back to DC. Tomorrow was her first day at her new job and she wanted ample time to get ready. She still not tell anyone that she acquired her dream reporter job and spill the good news next time she went home.

Olivia hugged, kissed everyone goodbye and headed to the airport. Ginny then grabbed her notebook. She saw Alex and Emma and asked if they would be willing to help her write something.

"What is it Ginny," Emma asked first.

"It's a letter I'm writing to someone special. Ant Libby told me to write to an important person and ask if there is a Santa Claus. Will you help me," Ginny asked Emma and Alex.

"Well who's it for," Alex asked. Ginny told them who the letter would be going to and the kids freaked out. "HOLY COW," the kids screamed. "You are going to write to him?"

"Yup. Will you help me? Just think if he answers us," Ginny boasted. "Ant Lib talks about him. Her godfather says he's someone she can trust. So if Ant Lib's can trust him, then we can do. He'll tell us or me if there is a Santa Claus. Maybe he can get a letter to Santa quicker."

Emma and Alex grinned wickedly. Alex then told the girls, "Okay we're in. But we can't tell Ant Lib's we did this till after Thanksgiving. We have to give this person time to answer us, if he does."

"Wait how about Sebastian," Emma asked. The kids decided to get him and even though he couldn't write too much. They wanted to make sure he knew what they were going to do.

Ginny then asked, "So are you all in? If one of us gets in trouble then we all do. Like Ant Lib's tells us all the time over a cliff. So are you all in?"

"We're in," the kids stated. Then the four of them sat down to write the letter that would change two's people's lives forever;

"Dear President Grant…."

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TBC…

So now you know where that letter is going? And the reason for why I called this story "Yes Mr. President, There Is A (Mrs.) Santa Claus." Yes it's about more letters in this story. I promise they won't be as horrible like the three from #XmasInVt.

I will apologize now if this story takes over my writing for the holidays. I have a hunch it may but I will do my best to update my others.

Now what is Olivia's job? Where does she work? When you will see Fitz? Is Fitz married? Most important when will OLITZ meet and have their first encounter? All in due time.

So hit me up with your #Dings, #Blings, #Crumbs. The more I get, the sooner chap 2 goes up. I am going to do my best to keep this fic current. So let me have it. (But if it goes past the holidays I don't want to hear it.)

Take Care.

Peace, Love and Pumpkins…

Me's