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Miss Kane's Christmas by Caroline Mickelson
Miss Kane's Christmas by Caroline Mickelson






He would say I can’t write a letter to someone who doesn’t even exist but I know you are real. My Daddy doesn’t know I’m writing to you.

Miss Kane

Fortunately the moon was bright enough to allow her to easily read the words that had been neatly printed in crayon. It’s the reason you’re here.Ĭarol unfolded the slightly crumpled sheet of lined paper and instantly recognized that it had been written by a child. He dug into the pocket of his red down jacket and pulled out a sheet of folded paper. I know this won’t be easy, Carol, but it’s necessary. She shared her father’s blue eyes and his love of Christmas.

Miss Kane

Carol tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. But your absence will give your brother Nicholas a chance to work more closely with the elves. You’ve said yourself that no one excels at elf management like I do. Still, she made one last ditch effort to change his mind. It was a Claus family tradition, and Carol, as the youngest child, was over-due for her turn. She fixed a pleading expression on her father but, while his blue eyes sparkled with his love for her, he showed no sign of going back on his decision that she spend her first Christmas with a family of his choosing. A white clapboard colonial with black shutters, it gave no indication that its owners knew Christmas was only three days away. The seventh home just under their feet was the exception to the neighborhood’s festive spirit. Each two story home in the cul-de-sac was bedecked with strings of colored lights, nativity scenes, plastic gift wrapped lawn ornaments, and pine wreaths on the front doors. This is a beautiful place for you to spend your first Christmas away from home.Ĭarol looked down on the snow covered street. He gestured across the moonlit neighborhood of Indian Village. When she did, he put his arm around her shoulders and gave her an affectionate hug. He hopped down from the driver’s seat and motioned for Carol to join him. What have I done?ĭon’t be so melodramatic, my dear. Carol Claus glanced across the sleigh at her father.

Miss Kane

I cannot believe you’ve banished me from the North Pole.








Miss Kane's Christmas by Caroline Mickelson