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December 18, 2011
Demetri's POV
"Mail call." Gianna said as she set the mail down on the table in front of me.
I groaned as I picked up the stack of mail. Recently, mail has become my enemy. Mail, means bills. Bills mean you have to spend money. Money is something I don't have.
I opened the first letter and grumbled to myself and opened the next. "This is great." I sighed.
"What's wrong?" Gianna asked.
"We got a disconnect on the electric and gas." I answered.
Gianna slid into the seat next to me. "How are we going to keep the lights and heat on and still have Christmas?"
"I don't know." I laughed. I started laughing and just couldn't stop. "I really don't know."
"Why are you laughing?" Gianna asked.
I tried to stop the laughter and it slowed to a giggle snort combo. "I'm just at that point where if I don't laugh I'll cry. I don't know what to do."
I have never felt like more of a failure than I do right now. I feel as if I'm letting down my wife and children. The bills have been going up and up while my pay has been going down and down.
Kyle, Britney, and Steven all came running into the room yelling that it was time to go see Santa Clause.
"What's wrong, daddy?" Britney asked. "Why are you crying?"
I ran my hand under my eyes, and sure enough, I was crying. I looked at my wet hand and started laughing again.
"Daddy is just having a small…mental breakdown." Gianna said. "Come on, let's go get coats on."
After I calmed myself back down I joined my family in the living room, put my coat on and we headed out the door to go see Santa.
In the middle of town, in the small gazebo, is where Santa sits every year. Everyone was lined up waiting for their turn to see Santa. The kids ate cookies and drank hot chocolate while they waited their turn.
When it was our turn, I waved to Emmett who was playing Santa. He has been doing it for a coupe years. Emmett is great with kids, since he is a big kid himself, and he's huge so he fills out the costume.
Steven, our ten year old went up first to see Santa. Steven gave his list to Santa which included a bike and a new skateboard. Kyle, who's eight, went next and told Santa he also wants a bike, but one that is better than Steven's of course.
As I listened to the things they wanted, the feeling of dread washed over me again. We would have a Christmas, but it was going to be small, and we could not afford the things they were asking for.
Britney, our six year old princess, walked up to Santa nervously.
After Santa asked his usual questions of, name, age, have you been a good girl, he asked the dreaded question, what do you want for Christmas.
"I want my daddy to be happy." She whispered. When she said that, I felt even worse.
Emmett looked up at us and then back to Britney. "I'm sure your daddy is very happy. What would you like for yourself for Christmas?"
Britney tapped her little finger on her chin and thought about her answer. "Oh, I know." She said. "I want mommy to be happy too. She tries to pretend she's happy, but she's not. And that's it, nothing else." Britney hopped off Santa's lap and skipped away.
Emmett watched her go with a sad look on his face. He was probably thinking that Gianna and I were on the brink of a divorce. That couldn't be more wrong. Gianna and I love each other as much as we did when we got married, we are just stressed about money, but we don't let it cause problems between the two of us.
~*~*~*CM*~*~*~
I pulled in the driveway from work and walked to the mail box. I took a deep breath before opening it. I opened it and breathed a sigh of relief when all that was in there was a Christmas card.
I walked into the house and kissed Gianna on the cheek and handed her the card.
"Our first Christmas card." Gianna cheered. "Umm…Demetri. You might want to see this card."
I took the card and opened it to find a hundred dollar bill. I started at the money before I read the card.
Demetri and Gianna,
Christmas is a time to enjoy with your family, but you can't do that when you are worried about how to pay your bills.
Have a nice stress free Christmas.
Santa
"Who is this from?" I asked.
Gianna looked at the envelope and said, "There is no return address."
I stuck the money in my wallet after we agreed it would help with the bills.
As we sat down for dinner the doorbell rang. I went to the door and opened it for Charlie.
"Hey, Demetri. Sue asked if I could drop this off to you, it was in our mailbox." Charlie said and then handed me an envelope.
After I talked to Charlie for a few minutes I walked back into the kitchen and opened the envelope after I sat down at the table. It was another Christmas card signed by Santa, along with another hundred dollar bill.
Later that night Jasper and Alice stopped by and had another Christmas card that they said was in their mailbox. Along with another hundred dollar bill. Peter, Carlisle, and Rose also stopped with more cards.
In the morning as I was getting in the car to go to work.
"Demetri." I heard behind me.
"Good morning, Mrs. Cope." I smiled.
"Good morning." She said. "I have some mail for you. There was one in my box and one in Tanya's box."
It was another two Christmas cards.
When I came home that night I walked into the house and said, "I have another three cards."
Gianna laughed and said, "I have another four."
What was happening was a mystery. We didn't understand why we were getting a bunch of cards from Santa, and why they were being delivered through out the town. It kept happening all week. We were happy that we had enough money now to pay off all the bills.
Thursday morning, before anyone was awake, someone rang the doorbell. I groaned and sat up slowly. The doorbell was going off incessantly.
"Who ever that is, is going to wake the kids up." Gianna said as she sat up and threw the covers back. We both ran down the stairs and ran to the door. I threw the door open and whoever had been ringing the doorbell was gone.
Sitting on the porch were three brand new bikes each with a helmet hanging from the handle bars. And in front of the bikes was another card.
This one again signed by Santa and had another two hundred dollars in it.
"That brings us to two-thousand dollars." Gianna said.
"We now have enough to pay of the bills, buy Christmas dinner, and have enough to give the kids a great Christmas." I said.
"And we get to have a stress free Christmas." Gianna cried as she threw her arms around me.
"It's the best gift I can think of." I said.
A/N: Hope you liked this chapter! I know this is a miracle most people would like, myself included.
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