Prologue

PROLOGUE

MR. NICHOLAS KLAUS, AKA JOLLY SAINT NICK, AKA SANTA HIMSELF

E very year, without fail, there's a few boys and girls who my elves can't decide which list they belong on.

I'll let you in on a secret. No one is entirely nice, or naughty, to the core. We all have a little of both inside of us. Even Santa. It's the cookies for me. Mrs. Klaus doesn't need to know how many I eat on the one day of the year I spend spreading joy, nor does she need to know about the ones I have one of the elves sneak into my office while I do the things that aren't as fun.

But I digress.

Yes, Christmas means so much more than presents. It's family, joy, and all the things that bring us together.

And even if someone has grown up and no longer gets a gift under the tree from me, no one said I can't grant a Christmas Miracle or two. Especially for two people who don't want just anyone .

Sometimes, I even send a Naughty and a Nice elf to help the situation along.

Adults sometimes don't see the Christmas Trees for the forest, and need a little nudge.