The Christmas Letter
The Christmas Party at the Blaisdells was going well. Everyone from the 101st who could make it was there, including a couple of new guests. Some gathered by the fireplace while others clustered around the buffet table sampling the goodies that were there. Soon it was time when everyone who brought a gift would begin swapping. As Peter poured himself some eggnog, Paul approached and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Here, I have something for you." Paul said as he handed Peter a very old yellowing envelope.
Peter gave his foster father a questioning look, then opened the letter and began to read.
"Dear Santa,
I don't usually do this. I have a hard time believing in someone like you, but I thought I'd give it one last shot after the last letter I wrote. My little sister thought it might help, so here it goes.
The one thing I want for Christmas I know you can't give me. But I guess, I still have to ask, no matter what happens. What I want for Christmas is my father to be returned to me. I don't care how you do it, I just want him back. I want things to be the way they were before Master Dao took everything away from me. There, I said it. And Kelly was wrong, I don't feel any better than before. This is really stupid. I know nothing's going to happen so, just forget it.
Peter"
The young cop turned toward his captain and foster father. "I don't understand. I thought this letter was long gone."
"Looks like Santa did answer your message after all," Paul stated. "It may not be exactly what you wanted, but at least one thing was fulfilled in that request." Paul nodded in the direction of the fireplace.
Peter's eyes turned in that direction and a wide grin spread on his face, finally realizing just what it was Paul was trying to tell him.
"It may have taken 15 years to do it, but I do recall saying something to the effect that 'nothing's impossible for Santa.'"
"Yeah, I guess you did say that," Peter said.
"Merry Christmas, Peter."
Peter continued to stare at the man sitting on the floor in meditation in front of the fireplace. He suddenly felt a single tear track down his cheek, but this time, it was from sheer joy. This Christmas, he had finally got his wish. Four months ago, his father, Kwai Chang Caine, had miraculously been returned to him. It was the best Christmas present anyone could ask for.
The End
Alisa Joaquin Copyright@2000.
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