When Dorothy reads her daughter’s innocent letter to Santa, she’s blindsided by a request for the same heart-shaped earrings her husband apparently gave their nanny. Suspicion spirals into doubt, leading Dorothy to uncover a heartbreaking truth tied to a long-kept secret…
My name’s Dorothy, and Christmas will always be the best time of the year for me. My husband, Jerry, and I have an eight-year-old daughter named Ruth, and our holiday traditions are what make it all magical.
A smiling little girl | Source: Midjourney
Every December, Ruth writes a letter to Santa, folds it carefully, and places it in the freezer, which is bizarre but, to her, makes perfect sense.
“It’s how mail gets to the North Pole, Mom! I saw it on TV,” she said, her eyes wide.
This year was no different. Ruth had spent the better part of the evening at the dining table, her face scrunched in concentration as she sketched something on her letter while popping little chocolate-covered almonds into her mouth.
A bowl of chocolate covered almonds | Source: Midjourney
“It’s done, Mommy!” she chirped, skipping to the freezer and tucking it in with all the ceremony of a royal decree.
I smiled at her. I figured Ruth was asking for the usual things — you know, a new set of paints, a dollhouse, or maybe even the glittery unicorn toy she’d been eyeing.
Whatever it was, I couldn’t wait to make her little Christmas wishes come true. Ruth wasn’t a difficult child, and Christmas was the only time she asked for things. Even on her birthday, she wouldn’t ask for anything other than a huge chocolate cake.
A little girl with a chocolate cake | Source: Midjourney
That night, after Ruth had gone to bed, with Jerry reading to her, I crept into the kitchen to read her letter.
It had become my own little tradition. I loved peeking into my daughter’s world, seeing what magic she believed Santa could bring her, and all the reasons she gave him for being on the “Nice” list.
But as I unfolded the paper, my breath caught in my throat, almost choking me.
A folded piece of paper | Source: Midjourney
The page was filled with Ruth’s colorful handwriting and a drawing of a pair of heart-shaped earrings. Beneath the picture were the words:
“Dear Santa, please bring me the same heart-shaped earrings Dad gave to my nanny! Thank you!”
I froze.
A letter to Santa | Source: Midjourney
The room suddenly felt too quiet, the air too thick.
What on earth was she talking about? Jerry had given Gloria, our nanny, heart-shaped earrings?
My hands shook as I reread the note, my heart racing. Why would Ruth ask for earrings like Gloria’s? Why would Jerry give our nanny jewelry at all?
My mind replayed moments I hadn’t given much thought to before, like the way Jerry’s face lit up when he joked with Gloria, the casual way he asked her to stay late when I had work functions, the thoughtful gifts he’d given her over the years… small things, sure, but enough to make my stomach churn now.
A pair of heart-shaped earrings | Source: Midjourney
Was I blind to the obvious? Had Jerry been hiding an affair right under my nose?
The next morning, I went about my day as if nothing had happened, but inside, I was unraveling. I kissed Jerry on the cheek as he left for work, pretending everything was fine. Meanwhile, my brain was on overdrive.
“What’s on the agenda today?” I asked Gloria as she poured milk into Ruth’s cereal.
A smiling man | Source: Midjourney
School was closed for the day, and I needed to know that Gloria was going to actually be productive with my child.
“We’re going to work on Ruth’s school projects,” Gloria said, smiling. “And then we’re going to read!”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said. “I have work to do, so I’m going to be in the study for most of the day. But we can grab smoothies later, Ruthie. You can leave early, Gloria.”
A woman holding a bottle of milk | Source: Midjourney
Gloria nodded and picked up Ruth’s breakfast. They had gotten into the habit of eating outside, trying to identify birds as they went along.
After Ruth and Gloria left the kitchen, I grabbed my laptop and ordered a nanny cam. It felt surreal, like something out of a bad soap opera that I had suddenly found myself in. I hated that I couldn’t just confront Jerry outright, but if he denied everything, I’d be no closer to the truth.
A woman using a laptop | Source: Midjourney
Thanks to speedy but ridiculously expensive delivery, the camera arrived a few hours later. I set it up in the living room, hiding it among the Christmas decorations.
As much as I didn’t want to, I had to know.
The next day, Jerry left for work as usual, and I dropped Ruth off at school. Gloria was home tidying up, humming along to Christmas carols on the radio.
A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney
I plastered on a fake smile and told her I’d be home late from work and to lock up when she left.
But by mid-morning, things changed.
My phone buzzed, indicating that the nanny cam app had detected motion. I opened it and saw Jerry standing in the living room. My heart dropped. He wasn’t supposed to be home.
I stared at the screen, watching as Jerry handed Gloria a small, gift-wrapped box. She looked surprised, then smiled as she opened it.
A box on a table | Source: Midjourney
My head spun. I couldn’t sit at my desk for another second. I grabbed my bag, mumbled something about a family emergency to my boss, and drove home.
When I walked through the door, I felt like I’d stepped into a nightmare. Jerry was still there, standing near the couch, and Gloria was sitting with the gift in her lap. This time, it was a heart-shaped pendant.
Something to match those earrings, huh?
An upset woman driving | Source: Midjourney
They both froze when they saw me.
“What’s going on?” I demanded, my voice trembling.
Neither of them answered right away. My eyes darted to Gloria’s ears, which were on display with her braided hair. And there they were.
The earrings. Heart-shaped, just like Ruth had drawn.
A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
“Nice earrings, Gloria!” I spat, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “It must be nice to get all these things from my husband. Imagine. Jewelry from another woman’s husband.”
Gloria’s face went pale. She opened her mouth to speak, but Jerry stepped forward.
“Dot, stop,” he said, using my nickname to calm me down. “I can explain it all.”
A shocked man | Source: Midjourney
“Oh, I’m sure you can,” I shot back. “And it better be good, because from where I’m standing it looks like you’ve been sneaking around behind my back! With our nanny!”
Jerry sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping.
“You weren’t supposed to find out this way.”
“That’s your explanation, Jerry?” I shouted. “That you weren’t supposed to get caught?”
An angry woman | Source: Midjourney
“No, that’s not what I meant,” he said quickly, running a hand through his hair. “Just listen to me… okay? Those earrings. They’re not from me. Not really.”
“What does that even mean, Jerry?”
My husband hesitated, then took a deep breath.
A man with his hand on his head | Source: Midjourney
“They were from Brian. My… well, we were best friends.”
The anger drained from my body, replaced by thick confusion.
“Brian? Who’s Brian?” I asked.
Gloria spoke up for the first time, her voice soft.
“Brian was Jerry’s best friend, Dorothy. My brother.”
A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
My mind spun. Jerry sat me down, his voice heavy with guilt as he explained everything.
Fourteen years ago, his best friend Brian had passed away from cancer. Before he died, he asked Jerry to look after Gloria. At least it explained why Jerry had pushed for us to hire her.
She was only 19 at the time and had recently lost her parents too.
“He left me a box of gifts for her,” Jerry said, his voice on edge. “He wanted her to have pieces of him for milestones in her life—like birthdays, special occasions, moments where she needed to feel he was still with her. He planned all of it while he was undergoing chemo.”
An IV drip in a hospital | Source: Midjourney
I glanced at Gloria, whose eyes shimmered with tears.
Jerry continued to explain.
“I’ve been fulfilling that promise ever since. The earrings were in the box. They were meant for her and they were given by Brian. Not from me.”
I stared at him, the weight of his confession sinking in.
A pensive woman | Source: Midjourney
“So you’re telling me all this sneaking around… you were keeping a promise.”
“Yes,” he said softly. “I should have told you sooner, Dot. I just didn’t know how. It’s not exactly the kind of thing that comes up in conversation. And… talking about Brian is a lot for me.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me?” I asked Gloria. “You knew about Brian and Jerry the entire time and just… didn’t? Ruth asked for these earrings, dammit. She asked Santa for them, and that’s why I thought something was going on.”
A woman with folded arms | Source: Midjourney
Gloria shook her head sadly.
“I didn’t know Ruth would notice the earrings, let alone ask for them. If I had, I would’ve explained everything right away. I never wanted to cause trouble for anyone here…”
That Christmas was a mix of heartbreak and healing. Jerry and I had a long talk, and while I wasn’t thrilled about the secrets, I couldn’t deny the beauty of his promise to Brian. And honestly, Gloria was a part of our family. Ruth adored her.
A smiling woman and child | Source: Midjourney
We decided to sit down with Ruth and a platter of waffles, trying to explain the story behind the earrings in a way she could understand. She was fascinated, of course, and still insisted Santa had to bring her a pair.
And Santa delivered.
On Christmas morning, Ruth opened a tiny box to find her very own heart-shaped earrings. Her face lit up brighter than the tree, and for the first time in weeks, I felt my heart swell with joy instead of doubt.
A pair of heart-shaped earrings | Source: Midjourney
Those earrings became more than just jewelry. They became a sort of reminder — of love and strength. Of Brian’s love for his sister. Of Jerry’s loyalty to his friend. And the love that kept our family together, even through misunderstandings. We also taught Ruth the power of promises and unconditional love.
Sometimes, the truth hurts. But sometimes, it heals.
And this Christmas, it did both.
A smiling little girl | Source: Midjourney
Hosting Christmas for my in-laws was supposed to be a joyous affair, but the evening took a shocking turn when my mother-in-law gifted me something that left the entire room speechless. What started as festive cheer quickly spiraled into an unforgettable family showdown.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
On Christmas Eve, I Visited My Missing Parents’ Abandoned House and Found It Beautifully Decorated
After Megan’s parents kick her out at eighteen, she turns her back on her family. But one day, she drives back to her childhood home, only to discover that the house is in her name and her parents have been missing. Years later, she drives by again, only this time, she sees the old house decorated for the holidays. Are her parents back?
It’s been twenty years since I last spoke to my parents. Twenty years since they kicked me out for getting pregnant.
I was 18, young and terrified, but stubborn enough to stand my ground. I still remember my dad’s voice, the anger almost chilling me to my bones.
An upset girl sitting on her bed | Source: Midjourney
“If you leave with him, Megan, don’t bother coming back!” he yelled. “I don’t want to see you again! You’re a mess, and instead of choosing to be better, you’re choosing self-destruction.”
I left anyway.
That same night, my mom stood quietly at the door, her arms wrapped around herself, watching me go. She didn’t say anything; she just let me walk out into the cold.
A shouting man | Source: Midjourney
“That’s it? You’re not going to say anything? Mom, really?” I said.
She opened her mouth for a second. Instead of saying anything, she just went inside and closed the door.
They never forgave me.
But here I am, twenty years later. I’m thirty-eight, with three beautiful kids and a man who’s been by my side through it all. Evan and I were high school sweethearts, and when I got pregnant, I really thought that he was going to leave me.
An upset woman standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney
“Why would I leave you?” he asked, holding the pregnancy test. “We’re in this together, Megan.”
“But what about your football scholarship to college? You’d give that up?” I asked.
“Of course, I would,” he said. “Let’s do this, Meg. You, me, and the baby!”
Just like that, I decided to tell my parents, which is how my father threw me out.
A teenage couple sitting on a bench | Source: Midjourney
Despite everything, we built a life. A really good life. And let me tell you, I don’t regret a single thing. Evan works hard, and our kids, Ella, Maya, and Ben, are everything I ever dreamed of.
If you had told my 18-year-old self that I’d still be with him two decades later, I would have laughed through my tears.
But here we are.
Happy.
Three children sitting together | Source: Midjourney
The last time I visited my parents’ house was five years ago. They had gone missing on a hiking trip in the mountains. It was supposed to be a short getaway, apparently.
Just a weekend.
But they never came back.
“I’m sorry, Megan,” our neighbor, Mr. Smith, said when I went over to ask about my parents. “You really didn’t hear about it? The incident?”
An older man standing in his doorway | Source: Midjourney
“What incident? What are you talking about?” I asked, an uneasy feeling taking over me.
“They went hiking, Megan. You know, the usual long weekend trips that they make? They left the keys here for me to feed the dog. But at the end of the weekend, they didn’t return.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
A couple hiking | Source: Midjourney
“When they didn’t come back, I reported it to the police, and a search party was sent out. The officers said that all they found were their abandoned backpacks on a cliff,” he sighed.
“No… bodies?” I asked, my voice threatening to break.
As strained as our relationship was, I always expected my parents to be here, at home. For them to always be within those four walls for when I needed them.
I always counted on them to be there for the day I decided to bring my children to meet them.
An upset woman standing on a porch | Source: Midjourney
And now?… they were gone.
“No, sweetheart,” Mr. Smith said. “No bodies, no footprints, nothing. They were just gone. They vanished without a trace.”
After that, it was all about getting the house signed over to me. I didn’t want to do anything with it, I just wanted to keep it there. I went to the police station and the detective signed off on the case as a cold case.
“Move on, Megan,” he said. “We’ve had no leads in years.”
The issue was proving that I was their daughter, luckily there was a clause in my father’s will, stating that everything would be mine if he and my mother passed.
For five years after, the house sat empty. I never had the courage to sell it, though. Something about letting it go felt wrong.
An empty house | Source: Midjourney
So, it just stood there, gathering dust and neglect, frozen in time like a ghost of the past I wasn’t ready to confront.
Until tonight.
It was Christmas Eve. And for reasons I couldn’t explain, I found myself driving toward the old place instead of getting the extra butter that Evan and I needed for the turkey the next day.
The house was abandoned and had been for the past five years. As I drove, I imagined exactly how it would look after all these years. I imagined the cracked front windows and the streaks of graffiti across the walls like battle scars.
An abandoned house with an overgrown garden | Source: Midjourney
I imagined the weeds swallowing the flower beds that my mother used to love, and the wooden porch, which was most likely splintered and sagging under the years of neglect.
When I pulled into the driveway, my chest tightened at the sight of the house.
It was decorated.
Not just randomly decorated, but beautifully decorated. The old garlands of twinkling lights my dad used to string along the eaves were glowing softly against the evening sky.
Christmas decorations on an old house | Source: Midjourney
There was a faded wreath with little bells, which hung crookedly on the front door. There were the familiar plastic candy canes lining the path to the house.
I even recognized the same wooden reindeer we used to set up every December. They were all old and chipped but still standing proudly on the lawn.
My heart raced as I stepped out of the car. How could this be?
Wooden reindeer on a lawn | Source: Midjourney
Who would have done something like this? No one lived there. No one had for years.
As I walked around, I saw a little generator on the porch. It was hooked up to the lights, fueling them among the rest of the desolate house.
The decorations looked exactly the way my dad used to do them. The same lights, the same setup. A lump formed in my throat. It was like stepping back into my childhood, as if time had rewound itself.
A connected generator | Source: Midjourney
Even if it was just for one night.
I had to know who was behind this. I needed to know if it was real or if it was in my head.
The front door was slightly ajar. I hesitated for a moment, my pulse quick and uneven, before gently pushing it open.
Inside, the house smelled of dust and memories, but the living room…
The front door of an empty house | Source: Midjourney
The living room took my breath away.
A Christmas tree stood by the fireplace, just like the ones from my childhood. It was decorated with mismatched ornaments and too many strands of tinsel. The stockings were hung on the mantel, and beneath the tree were a few wrapped presents, tied with fraying ribbons.
And then I saw him.
A man hunched by a fireplace | Source: Midjourney
A figure sat in front of the fireplace, hunched slightly, silhouetted by the glow of the dying fire.
I couldn’t stop myself. The word slipped from my lips before I could think.
“Dad?” I called.
The figure stirred and turned slowly toward me, the firelight flickering across his face.
It wasn’t my dad.
It was a young man in his mid-thirties, I think. His dark hair was tousled, and his face was shadowed by exhaustion. He wore a threadbare coat, and his cheeks were pink from the cold.
But as soon as I saw him, I knew exactly who he was.
“Max?” I whispered.
A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney
His eyes widened, and a small, embarrassed smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You remember me? Megan?”
Of course, I remembered him.
He used to be the little boy who lived next door, the one with the messy hair and a toothy grin. But then, he couldn’t have been older than me.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
A smiling young boy | Source: Midjourney
Max glanced around the room.
“I’ve been staying here. Just for the winters, Megan,” he admitted. “It’s the second year now.”
I stared at him.
“Why?”
“I don’t really have anywhere else to go,” he said, holding his head.
A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney
It took me a minute to process what he was saying.
“Max, are you homeless?” I asked.
He gave a small nod.
“Yeah,” he said. “My adoptive parents, the Smiths? They kicked me out, actually. It was after you came around about ten years ago, and my dad told you about your parents. I’ve had some rotten luck, and I guess they just didn’t want to care for me anymore. It’s hard, you know? Finding work. I was between friends for a while… but even they got tired.”
A man sitting next to a fire | Source: Midjourney
My chest tightened at his words.
He glanced around the room, a smile playing on his lips.
“I remembered how your dad used to decorate the house. You guys had the nicest house in the neighborhood. When I was walking around for old time’s sake, I saw that the house was still empty. And I made myself at home… I found the decorations in the basement.”
A basement | Source: Midjourney
We were both quiet for a while.
“Why didn’t you get rid of the place?” he asked me.
“I don’t have any good answers,” I said. “I just wanted to keep it the way it was.”
Max nodded.
A man sitting next to a fire | Source: Midjourney
“I’m sorry if I shouldn’t be here,” Max said. “I just… had nowhere to go. No parents to turn to for the holidays, and honestly, I didn’t think anyone would mind.”
Something broke inside me at that moment. I had been through everything Max had just described.
“Come home with me,” I said. “Nobody should spend Christmas alone. And anyway, I have three kids who will need distracting from the pile of Christmas presents at home.”
A pile of presents under a Christmas tree | Source: Midjourney
Max’s eyes widened, and for a second, he looked like that same little boy from all those years ago, the one who had been desperate for someone to care.
Now, sitting in my living room, watching my kids get to know someone from my past, I realize what I need to do.
Evan and I have some savings. It could be enough to do the house up properly. Once it’s fixed, Max can live there. He can rent out a couple of rooms to boarders if he needs the extra income. It’s not much, but it’s a start, and I know it will give him a chance to get back on his feet.
I put my cup of hot chocolate down on the coffee table. I was getting excited.
House renovations in progress | Source: Midjourney
I don’t know if my parents would approve of the plan, but it doesn’t matter. That house doesn’t belong to their memory anymore. It’s time to give it a new purpose.
And who knows? Maybe the money we make from it will go toward Ella, Maya, or Ben’s college fund someday.
What would you have done?
A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney
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I Dropped My Naughty Kids at My Parents’ Home — I Was Shocked When They Were Good as Gold When I Picked Them Up
When Cara and her husband get an invitation to an adult-only party, they welcome the break from being parents of three for a few hours. Thankfully, her parents are ready to save the day and babysit the kids. But when Cara and Jason go back to fetch the kids, they’re shocked with the change in their behavior.
“Are you sure that the kids will be okay?” my husband, Jason, asked me as I went through my closet trying to find something to wear.
A woman looking through her closet | Source: Midjourney
“Yes!” I exclaimed. “They will be absolutely fine with my parents.”
“It’s just that you know how they can be,” Jason said. “The kids, not your parents. They’re a handful.”
“They’ll be fine,” I repeated.
A close-up of a smiling man | Source: Midjourney
But my husband wasn’t wrong.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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