My Secret Santa

Happiness knocked on my door—quietly—my balcony. On New Year’s Eve, a stranger in a Santa costume was on my balcony. How and why he ended up there, I have no idea—but I’m sure now that I don’t want to let him go.

“So you’ll let me into your home, pretty girl?” Santa asked hoarsely.

“Why?” I blinked, confused.

He leaned in and burned my temple with his breath.

“I’ll grant you any wish!”