—*ALISON*—
A jolt of disbelief pins me to the spot as I stare at Santa.
It’s really him.
But… what’s he doing here?
I rub my eyes, half-expecting the sight to vanish—but it doesn’t.
He’s still there.
My heart leaps as the sleigh glides through the air, weaving effortlessly between the buildings, bells jingling with every...