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Saturday, December 20 2014
Santa's Helper - A Christmas story of keeping the faith


The little girl climbed up into Santa’s lap and carefully smoothed her skirt over her knees.

“I know you aren’t really Santa Claus,” she whispered conspiratorially.

Lt. James “Mac” MacAlister leaned back and peered down at the girl from under the bushy white eyebrows someone had glued on over his own sandy brows. This was not an accusation he’d been prepared for when he signed on to do this Toys for Tots gig.

Mac gave the thin young shoulders a hug and confided, “I’m one of Santa’s elves. Santa Claus can’t be everywhere at once and right now he’s busy at the North Pole. So he sent me to check his list for him.”

“Is that why you’re not fat enough for your suit?”

“What gave me away?” He chuckled in his best Santa imitation.

“You kinda feel like my daddy used to,” she said parting her knees to poke at Mac’s hard, muscular, very unSanta-like thigh.

Mac wondered if her father was a fellow Marine or just a guy who worked out a lot. But whatever, she made it sound as if the man was no longer with the family.

“What would you like Santa to bring you?” he asked, trying to redirect the conversation.

“I don’t need anything. Not really . . .” she trailed off wistfully. “But my brother wants one of these.” She pulled a tattered page from a toy catalog out of her pocket and spread it for him to see. It featured a Tonka Dessert Fox SUV.  “He’s still too little, and he doesn’t understand why Daddy can’t come home. Mommy says Santa Claus isn’t coming to our house this year.”

Tears prickled unexpectedly in Mac’s eyes. He blinked them away and gave the little girl another hug. “Surely there must be something you would like?”

The girl folded the page from the catalog and pressed it into Mac’s hand. “Just the truck for Sammy. Even Santa Claus can’t bring my daddy back in time for my dance recital, and that’s all I wanted. Except maybe—” she paused, then added in a hurried, hushed little voice, “maybe a new pair of ballet shoes.”

Mac produced two Tootsie Pops from his voluminous pocket and pressed them into her hand. “One for you and one for your brother. And I’ll be sure that Santa Claus gets your message, but I need to know your name so he can deliver the truck to the right house.”

“It’s Maggie,” the girl chirped as she slid off Mac’s lap. “Maggie Reynolds.”


The Dessert Fox SUV was easy. Finding out where Maggie Reynolds lived wasn’t hard either. Discovering the whereabouts and status of Maggie’s father was the challenge. But Mac wasn’t in Intelligence for nothing.

It turned out that Sergeant Don Reynolds was stationed in the Middle East, seven months into a year-long tour. His wife was pregnant with their third child who was due in less than two weeks and money was tight.

Mac did some more recon to discover what Maggie’s mother needed most in the way of assistance. He sent his own Marine elf, aka Lance Corporal Trisha Burke, out to find the SUV for Sammy and a new car seat for the coming infant. He got another buddy to promise a total overhaul of the family’s aging vehicle and paid a local nursery to deliver a tree to the Reynolds home. Toys for Tots would put more toys under the tree, but there was one other surprise Mac had in the works. He hoped he could pull it off. Perhaps he could change Maggie’s mind about the scope of Santa’s powers.


Maggie hurried to her spot. She fluffed the spangled tutu and peered over the ruffles to gaze yet again at the brand new ballet shoes that had appeared on her doorstep just that morning. They were exactly the right size, and they had ribbons that matched her tutu perfectly. How had Santa Claus known?

If only Daddy could have seen her dance tonight, then her Christmas would have been the best ever.

As the curtains began to part, the music started. Maggie quickly placed her feet in the correct position and raised her arms into an arch above her head. She lifted her chin, determined to smile and pretend that Daddy was watching. She pointed her toe and began to dance.

Then she hesitated. Her heart thumped and tears slipped down her cheeks. There, right in the front row, holding Mommy’s hand sat a Marine in his best uniform clutching a bouquet of pink roses.

Santa Claus had brought Daddy home in time after all.


Be sure to visit the other Blog Hop sites for more Christmas stories of hope, peace and love. Wishing everyone a blessed holiday:

Ginger Simpson
Beverley Bateman
Fiona McGier
Diane Bator
Rachael Kosnski
Margaret Fieland
Helena Fairfax
Anne Stenhouse
Marci Baun
A.J. Maguire
Victoria Chatham
Kay Sisk
Skye Taylor
Lynn Crain
Rhobin Courtright

Connie Vines

Posted by: Skye AT 12:01 am   |  Permalink   |  5 Comments  |  Email
Wow, what a touching story. I certainly enjoyed it. We all have wishes, and I hope all of yours come true. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Posted by Ginger on 12/20/2014 - 10:17 AM
What a wonderful story. Thanks for reminding me that there are service families who deserve special wishes, special thanks, and even more, special services.
Posted by Robin on 12/20/2014 - 10:36 AM
Whata lovely story. I hope it's a true Christmas miracle.
Posted by Elizabeth Sinclair on 12/20/2014 - 10:49 AM
Just the happy kind of story that brings tears to one's eyes. The best!
Posted by skpy on 12/20/2014 - 09:04 PM
I loved your story. It brought tears to my eyes. You put so many things into a short story. Nothing more was needed. Merry Christmas Skye!
Posted by Beverley Bateman on 12/21/2014 - 02:34 PM

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