✔ Naughty But Nice! (Christmas Romance)✔

Chapter One

Chapter One

Mistletoe's point of view.

Every one at the village was watching and waiting for news that Santa and the others had made it home. None of us thought he would make it out for this years Christmas run. Santa has been really sick for a while, but Mrs Claus maintained that it was just the flu. Mum, Dad and the rest of us weren't so sure. There had been hush whispers of some one named Nicky coming home.

I'd heard a lot about him but never met him, even though we grew up here at the same time. He was Santa's son, and a few years older than me. Rumour has it, He completely abandoned his whole life and ran away to live in New York City the day he turned 18, and never came back. He didn't want any thing to do with Christmas or his family, but, from what my parents tell me, He won't have a choice. If Santa dies, he MUST return back or Christmas will be over forever.

Nicky was not only just their only son but their only child. There physically wasn't any one else to take over.

He didn't have the right to make a decision that would change the whole world.

'Mistletoe, Come, They are nearly home!'. My mum shouted. I jumped off my bed and hurried down the stairs. She was already out the door before I could put my jacket on. As soon as I was dressed, I joined her out in the street, the cold wind instantly hit me in the face, you'd think living in the North pole I'd be used to it by now.

I could see Mrs Claus waiting eagerly, Holding her jacket tight.

'Hey, I'll be right back'. I told mum and headed over to her to make sure she was ok. She was more worried than all of us. This was her husband, her life, I knew she had begged him months ago to bring Nick home, but Santa wouldn't hear of it.

He had been sick for a long time and showed no sign of getting better.

'Mrs C? Are you ok?' She smiled warmly and opened her arms for a hug.

'Mistletoe, darling, I'm fine, thank you.'. I smiled sadly, She was putting on a brave face, she was every one's rock and support, but who was hers? I took her hand and held it. She didn't say anything, but she squeezed my hand and I knew she appreciated it.

Every one was watching the sky, waiting to see Santa return, He wasn't far away, but he was taking a while getting home. It was another 10 minutes before any thing happened. You could hear the sleigh before you could see it, but we all knew instantly there was some thing wrong!

As soon as the sleigh landed, Mrs Claus called for the doctor and rushed over to him, I followed, but kept back, I didn't want to crowd her, or the people trying to help. There was silence, you could probably hear a pin drop. Noone spoke.

Mrs Claus started crying and the doctor called for some help in getting the old man out of the sleigh. I stood up on my tiptoes and looked over as best as I could. Santa had his eyes closed, He was unconscious.

Oh no!

Melvin, the man in charge of looking after the raindeers sorted them out while every one else's main focus was, of course, the clearly very unwell man.

It took 6 elves, but they managed to get him out and on to a stretcher before taking him inside his home. Mrs Claus followed, talking in hushed tones with the Doctor, but I was close enough to hear him advise her to bring Nick home, which could only possibly mean one thing;

Santa WAS going to die, and it was going to happen soon...