When I opened my eyes in the middle of Christmas night, an eerie quiet filled the house. I peeked into Mya’s room, expecting to see her sound asleep, but her bed was empty. And then I noticed my car keys were missing.
I’ve always thought I had the perfect little family. You know, the kind you see in those Hallmark Christmas movies.
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My husband Hayden still leaves me silly love notes in my coffee mug after 12 years together. And our daughter Mya’s curiosity and kindness make my heart swell every single day.
But nothing could have prepared me for what happened this Christmas Eve.
Every year since Mya was born, I’ve tried to make Christmas extra special for her. When she was five, I transformed our living room into a winter wonderland, complete with fake snow and tiny twinkling lights.
Her eyes lit up brighter than our Christmas tree.
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Last year, I organized a neighborhood carol singing event where Mya got to lead “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.” It’s her favorite song.
She was so happy after the event and gave me the biggest hug.
“Mommy,” she said, looking into my eyes. “This is the best Christmas ever! Thank you for everything you did!”
“I love you, my baby,” I said, hugging her back.
I wish I could make my little girl understand that she’s the center of my world and that I’d do everything to make her feel special.
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Mya’s super intelligent, but what really gets me is her endless questions about Christmas.
Just last week, as we were decorating our tree, she looked up at me with those big brown eyes.
“Mom, how do Santa’s reindeer fly for so long without getting tired?” she asked, carefully hanging a sparkly ornament.
“Well, sweetie, they’re magical reindeer,” I explained, helping her reach a higher branch. “They’re specially trained for their big night.”
“But don’t they need rest? Even magical reindeer must get sleepy,” she persisted, her forehead wrinkled in concern.
A girl standing near a Christmas tree | Source: Midjourney
“I suppose they might get a little tired,” I said, adjusting a crooked candy cane. “But Santa takes good care of them.”
“Does he give them special food?” Mya asked, pausing with another ornament in her hand. “Like super-power snacks or something?”
I smiled at her imagination. “I’m sure he feeds them well. What would you give them if you could?”
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“Hmm…” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Maybe sandwiches? I mean, carrots are good, but they need more energy to fly around the entire world. And they should have choices too, just like how daddy likes turkey sandwiches but you like chicken.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you to consider what each reindeer might like,” I said. “Now, should we put the star on top?”
“Yes!” she squealed, instantly distracted by the prospect of her favorite tree-decorating tradition.
A close-up shot of a Christmas tree ornament | Source: Midjourney
Just a few days ago, we went Christmas shopping at the mall. Mya was absolutely mesmerized by all the decorations. I watched as her neck craned back to take in all the twinkling lights and garlands.
“Mom! Mom! Can we take a picture with Santa?” she bounced excitedly, pointing at the elaborate Santa’s workshop display.
“Of course, baby,” I laughed as I pulled out my phone.
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“Santa, do your reindeer like carrots?” she asked the mall Santa after taking their photo. “Because I was thinking maybe you should feed them sandwiches for more energy. My mom makes yummy chicken sandwiches!”
I smiled at her thoughtfulness, not knowing how significant that question would become.
This year, I’d planned something really special. I thought Mya would love to see the Nutcracker ballet, so I bought three tickets for us.
I’d wrapped them in gold paper and tucked them safely under the tree. I couldn’t wait to see the bright smile on her face when she opened them on Christmas morning.
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Christmas Eve started perfectly.
Our neighborhood looked like a greeting card, with every house outlined in twinkling lights. Ours was especially festive, with icicle lights dripping from the gutters and our giant inflatable snowman waving to passersby.
“Why do we put up so many lights, Mom?” Mya asked as we stood in our driveway admiring our handiwork.
“Well, honey,” I began, “it’s to help guide Santa to all the houses. Plus, doesn’t it make everything feel magical?”
A patio with Christmas lights | Source: Pexels
“It’s like the stars came down to live in our neighborhood!” she giggled, twirling in her red Christmas dress.
Dinner was perfect too. We had honey-glazed ham, creamy mashed potatoes, and Hayden’s famous green bean casserole.
Mya could barely sit still, picking at her food with excited energy.
“Can we please open just one present tonight?” she begged, giving us her best puppy dog eyes.
“You know the rules, sweetie,” Hayden said with a smile. “All presents wait until Christmas morning.”
“But I don’t feel sleepy! I want to open the gifts!” she protested, though her yawn gave her away.
A girl standing near a Christmas tree | Source: Midjourney
“The sooner you go to bed, the sooner morning will come,” I reminded her, using the same line my mother used on me.
We tucked her in around eight after she’d brushed her teeth and put on her favorite Rudolph pajamas. She hugged me extra tight.
“I love you, Mom,” she whispered. “This is going to be the best Christmas ever.”
I had no idea then how right she would be, just not in the way I expected.
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I went to bed shortly after she slept, but suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. I looked at the clock on my bedside table. It was 2 a.m.
Why does my mouth feel so dry? I thought. I guess I didn’t drink enough water today.
Feeling thirsty, I rose from my bed and started walking toward the kitchen. On my way, I noticed Mya’s bedroom door was slightly ajar.
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This was unusual because I had closed it shut, and she never woke up in the middle of the night. As I reached for the doorknob to close the door, my gaze landed on Mya’s bed. It was empty.
My heart started racing.
“Mya?” I called out as I walked toward her bathroom. “Mya, are you in there?”
But the bathroom lights were off. I still opened and checked inside but my daughter wasn’t there.
I rushed from one room to the other, but I couldn’t find her anywhere.
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I quickly headed back to our bedroom as my heart pounded inside my chest.
“Hayden!” I shouted. “Hayden, wake up! Mya’s gone! She’s not in her bed.”
“What?” he woke up, rubbing his eyes. “Have you checked everywhere? I’m sure she must be around here somewhere.”
“She’s not here, Hayden,” I said as tears trickled down my cheeks. “I’ve checked every room!”
He quickly left the bed and searched for her around the house.
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As we were looking for her, I reached the front door and realized my car keys were missing from their usual spot. I was about to call the cops at that point when Hayden found something.
“Honey, look!” he called out. “There’s a note under the tree.”
I walked over, and tears filled my eyes as I started reading Mya’s carefully written letter to Santa.
Dear Santa,
I know you and your reindeer have a very hard time on Christmas night. It must be so difficult to visit every child in the world and bring them a gift. I think your reindeer must be very tired, so I thought I’d help.
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When you come to my house with the games I asked for, please go to the abandoned house across the street so your reindeer can rest there. I brought them warm clothes and blankets so they could take a nap.
I also brought some sandwiches for them. Mom made these for me and kept them in the fridge. I’ve also made some vegetable sandwiches in case your reindeer don’t like the chicken ones.
You’ll also find Mom’s car keys there. You can use the car in case the reindeer feel tired and you still have to deliver more gifts.
Just return the keys before dawn, please!
Tears streamed down my face as I read the note. I also felt relieved knowing my car keys were with her.
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Without a word to Hayden, I grabbed my coat and hurried across the street to the abandoned house. There, hidden behind some bushes, was my little girl, wrapped in her winter coat and clutching a bag of sandwiches.
I knelt beside her, my voice soft. “Mya, sweetheart, what are you doing here?”
“I’m waiting for Santa, Mom!” she said. “I wanted his reindeer to rest before they went to other houses.”
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I couldn’t help but smile, my heart swelling with pride and love. I hugged her tightly and whispered, “Let’s go home, my little helper.”
I quietly helped her gather her things and brought her home, pretending I’d never seen her note. Some Christmas magic deserves to stay magical, doesn’t it?
The next morning, we gathered around the tree as usual. Mya’s eyes grew wide when she spotted a new note propped against her gift.
“Look!” she squealed, carefully unfolding it.
Hayden and I exchanged a knowing look. We were glad she found the note we had placed for her.
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It read, Hello, Mya! Thank you for your thoughtful note. My reindeer are indeed grateful for the blankets and sandwiches, especially Vixen. I returned your mom’s car just like you asked. You’re a wonderful girl and you’ve made this Christmas magical. – Santa
Mya’s face glowed with joy as she hugged the note to her chest.
“Mom! Dad! Santa used the blankets! And Vixen ate my sandwiches!”
I pulled her into my arms, breathing in her sweet, little-girl scent.
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Sometimes the best Christmas gifts aren’t those wrapped in pretty paper. They’re the moments that remind us of the pure and innocent love in our children’s hearts.
That Christmas morning, as I watched Mya excitedly open her Nutcracker tickets, I realized that while I’d always tried to make Christmas magical for her, she’d managed to make it even more magical for us.
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If you enjoyed reading this story, here’s another one you might like: Despite being a struggling single mom, I helped an elderly woman I found out in the cold on Christmas Eve. I never imagined that my simple act of kindness would bring a mysterious luxury SUV to my door — or help heal my broken heart.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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A Few Hours before Wedding, Groom Puts on Jacket and Finds a Letter from His Mother in Its Pocket — Story of the Day
Today’s story is about a man who found a note from his mother in his jacket pocket a few hours before the wedding and couldn’t stop crying when he read it.
Kale was restless as he lay on his bed. He’d been trying to sleep for an hour, but sleep seemed to have other plans. What are you doing, Kale? The man sighed and buried his face in the pillow, cursing himself. You need to sleep! What will Camilla think if she sees you groggy on your wedding day?
But after nearly an hour, Kale still hadn’t fallen asleep. He finally sat up, took out the family album from his side drawer, and began flipping through the photos, remembering the old days.
Kale received a letter from his mother on his wedding day | Photo: Shutterstock
He was just 5 years old when his father David died in a car accident. David ran a small grocery store, and they didn’t make much money back then. The family was already struggling, and his father’s death devastated his mother, Lillian, but she never showed her pain to her son and did her best to raise him.
When he turned 18, she worked several jobs just to send him to college. The store was still there, but it wasn’t enough to provide for his education.
So the elderly lady worked multiple jobs and saved every penny she could, promising herself that she would help her son fulfill his dream of becoming a software engineer. And Kale, like a good son, did not disappoint his mother.
He worked hard and graduated magna cum laude from New York University. He also had several good offers and a handsome package by the end of his senior year of college.
However, by that time, Lilian’s health wasn’t doing well. She didn’t tell her son about it because she didn’t want him to worry. So when Kale returned to his Florida home one day, he was surprised to discover his mother almost lifeless on the bed.
Kale became a successful software engineer | Photo: Unsplash
He immediately called a doctor, who delivered the sad news to him that Lilian was suffering from Alzheimer’s. It was still in its early stages, but her condition was rapidly deteriorating because she didn’t take care of herself.
Kale was advised to transfer her to an old-age home where she would be cared for, but he didn’t want to do that. He tried to take care of his mother in the same way she had taken care of him and applied for a leave of absence to do so. However, nothing changed. Lilian’s condition worsened to the point where she could no longer recognize her own son.
When Kale saw his mother in that state, he became terrified and decided to move her to a nursing home. However, he didn’t want to leave her alone, so he brought her to New York and found a home for her over there.
Three years passed like that, and Lilian’s condition thankfully did not deteriorate, but she still had those moments when she forgot everything, including Kale.
Kale moved his mother to a nursing home | Photo: Unsplash
One day, Kale took his girlfriend, Camilla, to see his mother. They had just recently started dating then and when Lilian met Camilla, her eyes welled up. More surprisingly, she recognized Kale that day. But on their next visit, it was the same story again, where Lilian declared she never had a son.
A few years later, Kale and Camilla were already engaged and they went to visit Lilian to invite her to the wedding. But the poor woman didn’t recognize them both and kept asking how they knew her.
Kale ran out of the nursing home in tears. “What do I do, Camilla? Mom doesn’t even recognize us! And the wedding is just two days away!”
“It’s okay, honey,” Camilla consoled him. “I have an idea if you want your mother to attend our wedding.”
Camilla suggested that they’d hold two weddings. One with all the guests because they’d already sent out the invitations, and the other with intimate family members later at the church close to the nursing home, in the hopes that Lilian would at least recognize them then and give her blessing.
Lilian refused to recognize Kale and Camilla | Photo: Pexels
It was already 4 in the morning and Kale couldn’t stop thinking about his mother. His wedding was just hours away so he closed the photo album, closed his eyes, and managed to force himself to sleep until the sound of the doorbell woke him.
He got up, rubbed his eyes, and slowly walked towards the door. It was seven in the morning and a delivery boy stood outside with a package from his mother’s nursing home. Kale unwrapped the present quickly and discovered a nice suit inside.
Did mom send this to me? Did she finally remember that it is my wedding day? Kale leaped to his feet in delight and dashed over to the mirror to try on the suit. However, as he was putting on the jacket, he noticed a strange bulge in his pocket. He reached into the coat pocket and found a letter inside. “Please open it before your wedding,” it read on the top. Kale recognized his mother’s handwriting and immediately opened the letter and began reading.
Kale discovered a letter in his suit pocket | Photo: Unsplash
“Dear Kale,” it began. “I’m glad you’ve found someone you love, but let me warn you…Moving forward with the idea of marriage is not going to be easy for you. That’s why I’m writing this letter to you before it’s too late.”
“First of all, have a wonderful wedding, son. I came across your wedding invitation today. Thanks for leaving it with the nurse. I really want to see you get married, irrespective of whether I’ll be able to recognize you or not. The nurse here thinks it’s a miracle that I remembered you when I saw the wedding invite. I wish this miracle could last a little longer so that I could remember everything.
“But in any case, please remember that I’m always there with you. Please love your wife and take good care of her. Marriage is a sacred relationship, but it’s not a bed of roses. There’ll be ups and downs, but in a relationship, the heart for understanding each other is the most important.
“Also, keep in mind, son, that you now hold not just a wife and a beloved woman, but the most valuable treasure. So try and help her; she is a fragile woman who may appear strong from the outside, but just like everyone else, even she needs support. And please, don’t quarrel over petty things such as money. Money is not more important than love and relationships.
“Love your wife, try to understand her, and admire her. When she looks at you with love in her eyes, look at her with the same feeling. Every quarrel, like every hurtful word, has the potential to pierce the heart. Don’t let that come in between you two and destroy your family. Do not pursue other women; you have made a decision to pursue her, so don’t look back and be the man of her dreams. I hope you’d be as wonderful a husband as you are a son. With love, Mom.”
Lilian attended Kale’s wedding | Photo: Shutterstock
Kale’s eyes welled up as he finished reading the letter. He quickly got ready and went to the nursing home to meet his mother. Unfortunately, Lilian didn’t recognize him, but he decided to bring her to the wedding as she’d desired.
He went out and bought her a lovely gown and asked the nurse to get her ready. Lilian arrived at the wedding venue in a wheelchair, completely unaware of her surroundings, but tears welled up in her eyes when she heard her son say, “I do!” Perhaps, just for a moment, she did recognize her son and his future wife.
What can we learn from this story?
- Love and respect your parents. Kale loved his mother and never left her alone, despite her condition. All of us should try to be like that.
- Miracles do happen. Lilian had almost forgotten about his son, but she remembered him one day and wrote him a touching letter.
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