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Under cut is not to be shared with children!
Todays gift is a story of Emma trying to explain Santa to Killian.
“Swan?”
“Yeah babe?”
“How do we know Santa Claus?”
That caused Emma to stop she was doing and look up at her husband. He wore a genuine look of curiosity.
“Wh-” Emma paused giving thought to what exactly she wanted to ask.
Killian took this moment to speak up, “Earlier today you told Hope Santa Claus was coming. All day I tried to figure out who this person was and how we know them. My apologies love but I can’t remember them or their importance and I’d rather get this settled before their visit. When are they visiting?”
Emma couldn’t help the slow smile spread across her face and the small chuckle escape her lips.
“Swan I’m being serious.”
Emma waves her hands and shake her head. “No I know. I sometimes forget- Never mind. Um We don’t know Santa Claus personally.”
Killians eyebrows scrunch in further confusion. “Then why are they coming for a visit?”
“They aren’t.” Emma paused trying to think how best to explain this, “Santa Claus is a myth. We tell kids if they behave and are good kids. Santa Claus comes down the chimney on Christmas and leaves them gifts.”
As Emma is explaining she watches her husbands face morph from confusion to curiosity to horror to acceptance. “So we tell our daughter if she is good enough a strange man will break into our home and leave her a present.”
“He’s not a stranger. Everyone knows Santa. He lives at the North Pole and has elves to help him make all the toys. He rides a flying sleigh pulled by reindeer. He wears a red suit and hat with white fur trim, has a fluffy white beard, and is a jolly kind soul. He watches over kids and has a naughty and nice list. If you’re on the naughty list, you get coal. If you’re on the nice list you get presents.”
Killian nods, “So he’s a story.”
“Yes.”
“Like Peter Pan.”
“Yes. No. Kinda,” Emma stutters trying to find the best way to explain this, “Saint Nicholas was a real person. A kinda man who’s generosity gave way to the legend/myth of Santa Claus. Santa Claus now is a figure for the joy of giving. Anyone can be Santa we just all imagine him a a jolly old guy in a red suit. He’s one of the few pieces of magic we have in this realm.”
Killian hummed, “you sound like your mother lass.”
“Hey during Christmas that isn’t a bad thing.”
A couple of days go by and their conversation of Santa Claus all but forgot until one night.
Emma and Killian were curled up on the couch with Hope fast asleep on the floor in her nest of pillows and blankets and Henry drifting off in the arm chair. The family decided to have a double Christmas feature tonight. The credits of Santa Clause 2 began to roll on screen and Killian turned to his drowsy wife.
“Love were these based on the true story of Santa Claus?”
Emma let the giggle freely flow from her mouth, the word yes on the top of her tip but she bit down and said, “No I don’t think this is based on a true story. But in storybrooke you never know. I mean I am the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming and my husband is captain hook.”
“Yes well, in that case there’s no possible way these are true. Look what your realm did to my story.”