12/27/2024
I did everything I could for my family, but when my husband passed, I fell apart. He was an amazing father—kind and attentive. I still remember when he bought our daughter that yellow princess dress and chased her around the house, both of them laughing so hard. We had a blessed and joyful life together, but everything changed seven months ago.
Now it's just the two of us—me and my little girl. I've been doing my best to hold it together. The grief was suffocating, but I couldn't give up, not for her. Still, as Christmas drew closer, it became harder. My daughter started asking about Santa… and Santa was always my husband, dressed up in the red suit.
I tried to stay strong, but I knew I couldn't avoid the conversation forever. Every time we decorated the tree, she'd ask about him. Finally, I gathered my courage. I took her tiny hands in mine and said, "Kira, there's something I need to tell you about Santa and Daddy…"
Tears streamed down my face, but before I could finish, the door burst open! I froze when I heard a familiar "Ho, ho, ho!" My heart nearly stopped as I watched Santa walk toward us.👇