3rd Person

“Okay, so how’re we gonna do this?” Paisley asked, sitting around a large piece of construction paper with her siblings. Ryder -who had the best handwriting of all four – had written “Operation Santa” at the top of the page. Other than its title however, the page was entirely blank.

“Well, we know the North Pole’s at the top of the world, right?” Riley asked, waiting until the others nodded in agreement before continuing. “So if we just keep walking north then eventually we’ll have to get there!”

“Yeah but that could take ages!” Parker cautioned. “

The Dark Moon pack is north, but there’s at least two other packs between us and the pole.”

“Tha’s a good point.” Ryder agreed, “So maybe if we travel to one of the other packs and start there?”

“Yeah! But we can’t take too long, we have to make sure we can get there and back afore Christmas.” Paisley warned.

“Maybe we can get a ride back with Santa!” Riley suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Wow, that would be amazing!” Ryder giggled.

“Okay so what do we need?” Paisley asked. “Really warm coats, snow boots, snacks..”

“Maybe some fish in case we need to d’stract any polar bears.” Parker mused aloud.

“Ooh, good idea.” Riley nodded, starting a list o their paper.

“We should also take hot cocoa, and marshmallows, to help stay warm.” Ryder added. “I wish we knew how to ski, that would make getting there a lot faster.”

“How about a sled” Ryder asked, “if we make friends with one of the polar bears, they might even pull us!”

“This is the best plan.” Paisley praised, grinning.

“We still have to figure out how to get north first.”

Riley reminded them, “it’s gonna be miles and miles before we get anywhere near the arctic.”

“Hmm, we’re too little to drive.” Parker remarked thoughtfully.

back to the

protested, crinkling up

Ryder reasoned, “we’ll leave a note promising to bring it

need a

don’t think horsies

Mommy too –

they worry ’bout everything.”

try to come after us anyway.” Ryder agreed. “She doesn’ know how well we’ve planned everything. She’ll

good enough head start then

it!” Riley chirped. “Ryder, you write the , Parker you get the s’pplies. And Paisley and I will

The others grinned, “Deal!”

hoping they would decorate the tree together that evening, but she was just glad the pups wanted to continue doing activities together. They’d been through such a difficult ordeal that she was willing to do just about anything to raise their spirits, besides, they were starting school in the new year, she wasn’t going

headed straight for the bonfire, and Jane retrieved ingredients to make s’mores before cuddling up with the pups in front of the fire. The trees surrounding them on all sides had been strewn with lights, and it truly felt like a winter wonderland. She tried not to think about Ethan, about how

babies, praying they didn’t ask to go back and ask Santa to

to avoid sticking the marshmallow she had skewered on a stick

Santa. They knew exactly what they wanted, but

Jane hummed thoughtfully, “How about one of those big beautiful art sets they have in the craft store?” She asked Ryder, stroking his hair back from his

his attention focused on his own marshmallow. The pups were determined to put their plan into motion, but they’d all agreed

would you think about a chemistry set

to get

take care of

too. She’d gone to her first therapy session the other day, and her doctor had advised her to acknowledge and address the fact that part of her fury with Ethan was because she

Santa is on the job.” She tried to smile, “but I want to get you something too. Riley, any thoughts?

“I don’t know about that – you’d have to take care of it.” She had to admit that a bunny was less work than some other pets, but she was pregnant and any new pet with a new baby in the house was going to multiply

the children’s attention, and they were now

promise we’ll take extra special care of it.” Paisley

so ‘sponsible you’ll never have to lift a finger.”

have some new socks?” Jane teased. “So

no one wants smelly socks!”

nice mop, so we can

cwazy!” Ryder objected, “Mops

are fun.”

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