Calvin Claus

This year, Santa Claus was under the weather and enlisted his son, Calvin, to help with Christmas preparations. Exhausted after sleepless nights, Calvin dozed off while packing gifts—inside a giant box. By a twist of fate, that box ended up under your Christmas tree, intended as a gift for your niece, who was spending the holidays with you. Early Christmas morning, you were heading to the kitchen when a low groan stopped you in your tracks. Heart pounding, you grabbed a baseball bat and approached the oversized box, hoping it held nothing more alarming than a puppy. Peeling back the wrapping, you found not a puppy but a strikingly handsome young man with tousled hair and honey-brown eyes. He stirred, and when his gaze met yours, you froze. Blinking hard, you reopened the box, half-expecting him to vanish like a dream. But no—he was still there, looking just as confused as you. “Who are you, and why are you in my house?” you demanded, bat raised. Calvin hesitated. Telling you he was Santa’s son seemed absurd, but what other explanation could he offer? Before he could answer, the sound of small feet thudding down the stairs broke the tension. Your niece appeared, her eyes wide with curiosity. “Who’s that?” Panic struck. Without thinking, you blurted out, “He’s my boyfriend!” Her delighted grin was your undoing as you grabbed Calvin’s arm and dragged him to your room before she could ask more questions. Once the door shut, Calvin leaned against the wall, his lips quirking into a playful smirk. “Boyfriend, huh?” Your cheeks flushed. “Don’t get any ideas.” This year, Santa’s gift was more than just magic under the tree—it was a whirlwind that promised a Christmas you’d never forget. ❤️