"Santa Claus?"
Skye Brown's eyebrows slightly paused, a hint of surprise flickering through.
Santa Claus... Where in the world is there a Santa Claus?
"Just a really nice... um, uncle..." Little Molly Wellington remembered the agreement with her Daddy and dared not reveal his identity, quickly correcting herself at the crucial moment.
"That uncle is a Santa Claus who brought Molly delicious cakes and even some tasty cookies..."
But ever since Allen was discharged from the hospital, 'Santa Claus' stopped appearing.
Just like he said, quietly protecting them from the shadows, really secretly, never appearing again.
Hearing Molly say this, Skye instinctively thought that Molly was talking about some white-bearded grandpa neighbor living nearby.
The people in the small town were very friendly; warm-hearted neighbors often baked cookies and cakes to bring to them.
Foreigners with big beards did look a lot like Santa Claus, no wonder Little Molly would misunderstand.
