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.

sleigh. What if we ask Mommy to go back to the tree farm, just for the bonfire one night. She’d probbly agree, and then we could take one of the horsey sleighs from

stealing.” Paisley protested, crinkling up her little nose in

“we’ll leave a

we definitely need a

don’t think horsies

you think we should leave a note for Mommy too – so she knows we’re with Santa and

they worry ’bout everything.” Parker countered. “Member

after us anyway.” Ryder agreed. “She doesn’ know how well we’ve

a good enough head start then she won’t be

let’s do it!” Riley chirped. “Ryder, you write the , Parker you get the s’pplies.

The others grinned, “Deal!”

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

all sides had been strewn with lights, and it truly felt like a winter wonderland. She tried not to think about Ethan, about how wonderfully he would have

babies, praying they didn’t ask to

what you want for Christmas?” She asked, gently guiding Paisley’s hands to avoid sticking the marshmallow she had skewered on a stick directly

what they wanted, but they also realized she wasn’t going to get

the

were determined to put

about you, Parker? What would you think about a chemistry set – you could do all

to get us fancy

take

Jane thought bitterly. She hated knowing she couldn’t give the pups what they truly wanted, and it didn’t help that it was the only”updated by jobnib.com” thing she wanted too. She’d gone to her first therapy session the other day, and her doctor had advised her

“but I want to get you something too. Riley, any thoughts?

bunny?” Jane exclaimed, internally thinking how adorable her mischievous daughter was. “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

all of the children’s

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

never have to lift a finger.”

you Wouldn’t rather have some new socks?” Jane teased. “So your

wants

about a nice mop, so we can always keep

cwazy!” Ryder objected, “Mops aren’

bunnies are fun.” Riley

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