Dear Santa, I know your reindeer must get tired. I’ve set up a resting spot for them in the abandoned house across the street. I’ve brought them blankets and sandwiches—Mom’s chicken ones and some vegetable ones, just in case. You can use Mom’s car if they need it. Just return it before morning, please!
Relief flooded over me, and I rushed outside. There, behind some bushes, I found Mya, bundled up with a bag of sandwiches, waiting for Santa’s reindeer to rest.
“Mom!” she whispered, “I want to help them.”
I hugged her tight. “Let’s go home, sweetheart. Your blankets will keep them warm.”
The next morning, Mya found a note from Santa:
Dear Mya, Thank you for your thoughtful gesture. Vixen loved the sandwiches, and your blankets were so cozy! You’ve made this Christmas extra magical for us. I returned your mom’s car as promised. – Santa
Mya was overjoyed. As she clutched the note, I realized the true magic of Christmas wasn’t the gifts but the unselfish love in her heart. This year, Mya had made Christmas magical for all of us.