So, I have a couple Christmas one shots up my sleeve. I love Christmas and I love these stupid boys, unfortunately, so I'll be updating a few more randomly till Christmas :]

"Mama! Mama I finished it!" Six year old Scott had screamed as he ran out of his room and into his mom's. "I finished my letter to Santa!"

Except when he made it to her room, she wasn't as happy as he was. In fact, she was sitting up in bed, looking at a bunch of papers that had been ripped out of envelopes and she was crying.

"Mama, what's wrong?" He asked as he climbed into bed to hug her. "Why are you crying?"

She wiped her eyes and gave him a small smile. "Things didn't turn out how I thought they would this year, Scott."

Scott smiled and his blue eyes shone. "Well, I know something that can make it better. I finished my list so we can put it in the mail. I hope Santa will get me what I asked for! I've been really good all year so maybe he won't miss us this time."

Connie let out a sigh, and buried her face in her hands. He sat his list down on the bed and pat her back. "What's wrong?"

She looked up at him again and pulled Scott back into her arms. "Scott, I have to tell you something and I don't think you're going to like it."

"What?" He questioned.

"I know you worked hard on your list and all that... and I know you've been expecting Santa to come and bring lots of gifts this year, but... He's not coming this year either. He can't make it."

Scott furrowed his brow and looked down at his hands in his lap. "But why? Was I bad Mama?"

"No! No baby. You were so good this year. I know he really, really wanted to give you some things to reward you for being good, but he just can't this year. Maybe next year, okay?" She ran her fingers through his hair trying to reassure him.

But he didn't answer because for him, it wasn't okay. He had finally made his list perfect. He wanted a race car track and a mega blocks set. Why didn't Santa want to come to his house and give it to him? How was it that he could visit all the other kids' houses but not him? It wasn't fair.

He started crying into his mother's chest. Scott knew that it would be so boring waking up Christmas morning and not finding anything under the tree that he meticulously helped his mom decorate. He wouldn't get to go back to school after Christmas and talk to his friends about all the cool new things he got. All he could do was cry onto his mom for the rest of the night and let her comfort him as best she could.

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Twenty five year old Scott sat down at his desk on Christmas Eve and picked up a pen. He was about to write his letter to 'Santa' but he couldn't think of anything to add this year.

He leaned back in the chair he was sitting in, and he was reminded of when he was little. He remembered being so excited and writing down everything he wanted so he could send his letter to Santa in time. They were very fond memories. But then he also remembered how he'd gone to the mail with his mother and put them in the bright red drop box just to wake up on Christmas morning to find nothing underneath his tree, just as empty as the day before. He tried again and again, year after year, and nothing changed. Santa never came.

As he got older, obviously he came to realize that there was no Santa. Santa wasn't real. He didn't ride on his magical sleigh with magical reindeer leading the way and he didn't make toys with elves at the North Pole. Those were all stories his mom had knowingly lied to him about.

It's not that he ever hated her for it. In fact, it made him appreciate her even more. It wasn't long after he found out about Santa that he learned they were actually just really poor when he was growing up and his mom could hardly put food on the table working as a waitress. But, Scott never missed a meal.

He never felt neglected or mistreated and she showered him with plenty of love. So, if they had to sacrifice his lego set or football so that they could put food on table and keep the lights on, he wasn't going to complain. He would forever be grateful for her hard work. Without it, he wasn't sure he wouldn't been able to get through 4 years of university.

He smiled at the memory as he tapped the pen against his desk. He still wasn't sure what he was going to write, but he knew it had to get done today. They would be taking the drop box away when the mall closed tonight and he wanted to get there before they did.

Of course, Scott wasn't naive. He didn't continue to believe in Santa after learning the truth, but it didn't stop him. When he was ten, he sat down his mom and told her all that he knew, and she just laughed. She couldn't begin to express how relieved she was to have Scott finally learn the truth on his own, but she also insisted that they keep the tradition of writing the letter.

By then, she had been able to get a couple things each year because she had gotten a small raise at work and it was easier to put a little bit aside every now and then without living paycheck to paycheck anymore. Nothing he ever got was expensive by any means, but it was at least something and he appreciated how much she tried to do these things for him. His mom wouldn't say it, but he knew having him write those letters and send them to Santa every year even at age 16 was simply because she felt bad. She felt bad that he had written letters for nothing as a child, and since she was finally able to get him at least one item on the list each year, it made each letter special.

These days though, his mother wasn't there to stick wrapped items under the tree because he had moved out and away from her, but the tradition certainly never left. It stuck with him all the way until now, at twenty five.

Now that he was out of school and had his own full time job, he was his own Santa. Presents didn't go under the tree, but instead they came from the store and he used them immediately. So when it came to writing down what he wanted, he knew it wasn't going to be a material thing. It needed to be something that he just couldn't go out and buy and it had to be a good one.

As he started doodling on the paper, his mind drifted to last Christmas when he visited his mom. "You're out of school now honey and you have a good job. It's about time you start looking to settle down don't you think? I don't want you to be in a hurry, but don't take too long either. I want to live to see your wedding and maybe grandkids."

He remembered rolling his eyes at his mom before explaining how Mr. Right just hadn't come his way yet and that maybe he would soon. However, it had been a whole other year that had passed since then and he still hadn't shown up. That's when he got an idea and grabbed a new blank piece of paper and started to write his letter.

After writing his letter, he smiled to himself as he stuffed it in the envelope and licked it shut. Now all he had to do was drop it off.

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It was Christmas, specifically Christmas night, and Scott was riding in the car with Tyler, his college buddy. Every time he thought about that, he chuckled, because really they only became friends because they shared the same love for men. So they became best friends. They both had graduated and gotten their business degrees and quickly began making a successful profession out of it. Though they both did similar things, they worked for two very different companies and didn't have a whole lot of time to see each other now a days.

Recently, Tyler had met this guy at his job, Kyle, his name was. He met Tyler and Scott at a coffee shop once. Scott didn't mind admitting that he was a good looking guy with a beard and tattoos. He was a hunk of muscle too. But his personality wasn't very fitting with his, simple as that.

However, tonight, they were on their way to a Christmas party that Kyle had invited Tyler to. He would've rather stayed home and watch 'A Christmas Story' until that stupid chant about the boy shooting his eye out got stuck in his head, but he ditched a visit with his mother to spend Christmas with Tyler, so he would've felt bad if he didn't spend it with either of them.

The house they pulled up to was huge. Tyler had informed him that it would take place at some high class businessman's home, but he hadn't expected it to be like this. Just how much money was this guy making a year because if he would be willing to talk, Scott needed to speak to him to figure out how he could have it too.

They parked on the grass and jumped out of the car. Tyler was on the phone with Kyle as they walked up to the front door so they could figure out where he was. Scott was able to look at the Christmas lights that decorated the driveway, up to the house. They were beautiful and colorful and he was certain he had never seen a display of lights like this on a house before. Whoever this businessman was, he certainly was in the Christmas spirit this year.

"Okay, I see you," Tyler was saying and Scott's attention drifted back to reality. Straight ahead was Kyle, waving them over. He was standing at the front door as he grasped his best friend's hand.

Within seconds of reaching him, Tyler had thrown his arms around Kyle. Scott wasn't particularly all for the hugging and kissing and reuniting, so he turned away and looked at the lights again. Wow, they were beautiful. Who in the world had the patience to hang all of these?

Before he knew it, they were inside and people were

He hadn't seen so many people in one place in such a long time. Probably since his college days when Tyler convinced him it was okay to go to a frat party full of guys who did nothing but smoke, have sex and get drunk. The only difference was that this was much more mature and didn't reek of marijuana and feet.

Scott was very disappointed when Kyle dragged Tyler off somewhere without him because he was the one who was supposed to spend Christmas with him, yet here he was, in the middle of all these people he didn't even know and he had no clue where Tyler was. He walked through the crowd for a bit, trying to avoid touching as many people as he could when he found himself at the kitchen entrance in front of plates upon plates of food.

After getting his drink served to him, he walked around in another direction. The aroma of food filled the air and the Christmas music blasted in his ears. As he predicted, he wasn't having a grand ole time. He was bored, he couldn't find Tyler, and all these people were starting to overwhelm him. So he did the one thing he wasn't supposed to do; he went upstairs and then slipped passed one of the red ropes that blocked off a bedroom.

The lights were off in here, but he could still see a little bit due to the light in the hallway shining in. He couldn't see any colors of anything, but he did notice some expensive looking glass lamp that sat at the end table next to the door he walked through and made sure to keep his distance because things tended to break when he was near them.

As he stepped away from it, he noticed two french doors were wide open, letting in the chilly air, which meant someone had been there, probably the owner of the house. He started to turn back around at first, but then he couldn't resist wanting to get a view. He knew this balcony over looked the front of the house.

When he finally made it through the doors, the December air hit him right in the face, so he zipped up his jacket a bit. The cold air faded in to the background when he noticed all the lights strung about around him. This was exactly what he wanted and where he wanted to be right now. He needed the alone time and he would worry about finding Tyler later.

"You crossed the red rope," he suddenly heard and jumped. Scott turned around to see a man standing there with a hand on a knob of one of the french doors and a glass of wine in the other. At first glance he appeared to be near his age, but Scott couldn't get a very good look at his face. However, he did notice the dark hair, the hand tattoos, and the slender figure. He frowned.

"So did you, so I don't think you have any room to chastise anyone."

The man chuckled but came all the way outside. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see the Christmas lights. I had nothing to do downstairs."

"Bored?"

"Yeah." Scott replied as he took another sip of his drink.

"Me too."

"I guess a stranger's balcony is the perfect place to rid your boredom."

"Something like that."

"Well, I just hope we don't get caught out here."

He noticed the man put his glass of wine up to his face and smiled, but Scott didn't say anything about it.

"So... did you really come up here just to look at the lights?"

Scott gave him an offended look. "Yes, I did. If you're implying I am a thief and was looking to steal, then you are dead wrong. I only came out here for the view. That's it."

The man raised his hand, causing his leather jacket to rise a bit. "No harm done. I was never implying you were a thief. I was only curious, sorry."

Scott calmed down and rank a bit of his drink. "It's okay."

"So you like them?"

"What, the lights?"

"Yeah."

"Of course, they're beautiful. Whoever hung them did an amazing job. I can't stop looking at them."

"Really?" He asked, a little bit amused. "Are you big into Christmas?"

Scott shrugged, then sat his drink down on a small table next to them. "Not as much as I used to be. I sort of grew out of it. Turns out it's not as magical as I thought it would be."

"You mean that figuratively or literally?"

"Literally." He ran his hand through his hair and his shoulder slumped a little. "I used to believe in Santa Claus."

"Really? How long ago?"

"Up until I was ten."

"Oh."

Scott saw him stifling a laugh and he folded his arms. "Excuse me, you think it's funny for a child to believe in magic?"

"Oh, no. I wasn't... Sorry."

Scott rolled his eyes. "So I take it you never believed in Santa?"

"No."

"Your parents told you the truth then."

"Yeah. They told me they were buying the presents. I guess it was easier to tell the truth than to keep up with the lie and tell the truth later. Plus it saved all the milk and cookies for Santa junk." Then he gasped. "Oh, I'm sorry. No offense to you or anything because you probably did that as a kid. It's not junk."

"None taken. I never did that. My mom never did any of that. We just wrote letters to Santa, that was it."

"Oh." He let out a breath of air. "So, um... what made you stop believing in him? How'd you figure it out?"

Scott thought back to his childhood. "Watching tv for one thing, the movies where the parents rush their kids off to bed so they can set everything up," he started, earning a chuckle from the man. "But it was mainly because he never came. Some years I woke up and there was nothing under the tree, not even a little plastic car. I always wondered why I never got anything. I didn't find out till later that we were just poor. Mom couldn't splurge on useless things we didn't need. So other than giving me her love, Christmas wasn't all that special to me anymore. It just felt like any ordinary day."

"I'm sorry," the man apologized.

"Don't apologize. It's gotten a whole lot better now. I'm old enough to know it's not about the gifts, but rather spending time with the people most important to you. Even when I didn't have a gift to unwrap, I always had her. I'm grateful for that."

The man looked at him in awe. "Wow. You have an interesting viewpoint on things."

"I guess so. Sometimes you don't have a choice when you grow up like I did. And I guess that's why this party was making me so uncomfortable. It's just a bunch of stuck up people who have always had whatever they wanted handed to them by their rich parents and I bet they don't even realize how expensive this place really is. By the way, I sure would like to know who this IT Project Manager screwed to own this place and who he's fucking over just to keep it. I'd like a shot."

There was a long silence.

"Well... I am an IT Project Manager."

Scott turned to face him quickly and froze. "Wait.. this is..?"

"Mhm," the man nodded in return.

"This is all yours?"

"Yeah." Scott's mouth opened as the man stuck his hand out. "I'm Mitch. Mitch Grassi. You?"

"I'm sorry," Scott responded, shaking the hand.

"Nice to meet you, Sorry."

That put a small smile on Scott's face and he appreciated the effort to relieve the tension. "I'm Scott Hoying. I'm sorry about the rude comments... and crossing the red rope."

"It's okay," Mitch smiled back.'

Scott let go of his hand and faced forward again. Suddenly he felt warm as the sun and had to unzip his jacket to cool off. "How'd you come to have all this as an IT Project Manager?"

"Hard work. And it also helps to have rich parents that like to spoil me." He smirked at Scott.

"So you didn't screw anybody?"

"No."

"Or fuck anyone over?"

"Nope, it's all an honest business."

Scott hummed. "It's hard to find honest people these days. Everyone is so greedy and selfish. You're rare Mitch Grassi."

Mitch sipped more of his wine, then focused on Scott." So are you, Scott Hoying."

Scott was suddenly glad it was dark enough out that no one could see his blush. "Thanks."

"I didn't hang the lights by the way. I hired someone to do it because it was too high and I don't do heights. But I did create the design. They put everything the way I drew it."

"Well you have an amazing eye for detail."

"Not to be cocky, but yes I do. Otherwise I don't think I could make it being in the design department."

Scott turned to him with narrowed eyes. "You do realize that came out extremely cocky right?"

Mitch shrugged and sat his wine glass next to Scott's drink on the table. "My apologies. Do you like art?'

Scott turned his whole body to face Mitch now. "I appreciate it, but I'm not like a huge fan or anything. Why?"

"I thought that maybe you'd like to go out to the backyard and see my graffiti wall. I see you have an eye for detail too and it just seemed like something you'd be interested in."

Scott studied him carefully, wishing he could see all the features on his face. "Okay, sure. Why not."

Mitch grinned, holding out his hand. "Okay, let's go."

Scott looked down at it. "What?"

"Give me your hand."

"Why?"

"We're going through a crowd of people, Scott. Wouldn't want you to get lost or left behind."

Scott slowly took the hand, even though he realized what a horrible excuse that was. It was obvious Mitch just wanted to hold his hand, but you wouldn't find him complaining.

They both slipped passed the red rope in the hallway where some people were. Mitch led Scott downstairs and they went through crowds of people. Quite a few people stopped to watch the couple, giving wondering looks, but never asked questions, so they made it to the double doors in the back of the house relatively quickly. After unlocking it, they walked outside onto the back porch.

Just like the front of the house, the back was just as decorated, just as beautiful. There were lights strung up, with glittering gold, red, and green ornaments hung from them. There was a decorated Christmas tree outside and speakers that were faintly playing Carol of the Bells. It was like a Christmas wonderland, and Scott was even more amazed at Mitch putting all of this together.

"If you weren't going to have fun at your own Christmas party, why go through putting all these decorations up?" Scott wished he could see Mitch's face, but he was trailing behind the man.

Mitch shrugged his shoulders as he continued to lead them. "Because even though I didn't believe in Santa, and reindeer and all that, I still missed out on the magic of Christmas."

He was confused. "How? You got everything you wanted and then some. Your parents were rich."

"Yeah, but I always opened my things up alone. Being rich means that you have to stay busy to keep everything you have. So that's what they did. I didn't get attention, I was just showered with things to keep me quiet."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Besides, we're not here do feel sorry for me, we're here to see this."

They stopped in front of a wall and Scott couldn't believe what he was seeing, he couldn't believe that one person did this. The things that Mitch spray painted hardly made sense to him, but he guessed that they all told a story, so they were beautiful, every last one of them.

"I'm having trouble understanding something." Scott turned to Mitch.

"What?"

"Graffiti art, leather jacket, combat boots... those don't really seem like something a rich business man would be into. Are you sure you're the person who owns this place?"

Mitch laughed. "Yes, I am. Scott, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm an Account Executive."

"Ah, so you're in business too. I don't see you wearing a suit right now."

"Well of course not, I'm not at work." Scott stated like it was obvious.

"Okay then, same with me. Just because I happen to have money, doesn't mean I don't have other interests or hobbies or a life. Being a businessman is a job. When I'm home I'm just Mitch, everything I'm not at work."

Scott nodded, understanding what Mitch was saying. "Okay, I get it. I guess I just have a bad habit of judging people before I know them."

"Yes, you do. But I think it's kind of hilarious. You have such an assertive personality."

"Well I wouldn't say assertive-"

"And I like it."

Scott looked down at the ground and ran his fingers through his hair. "Thank you."

Mitch finally let go of Scott's hand and they stood across from each other. "You're welcome."

When Scott finally decided to look up again, he couldn't believe the sight. This was the first time he was able to see Mitch's face properly and oh, he was beautiful. He had stubble that carefully lined his defined jawline and silky hair that he could run his fingers through for days. He was so...pretty. He wondered if Mitch knew just how pretty he was.

"Yes or no?"

"What?" Scott shook his head, getting back to reality.

"Did you come with anybody?"

"Oh. Well, yeah. My best friend, Tyler. His boyfriend Kyle invited him but they left me as soon as we got here. I don't know where they are."

Mitch looked intently at him. "Are you in a hurry to get back?"

"Not really, no."

He saw Mitch light up and show his pretty teeth. "You want to take a walk in the garden? I mean, it's not much of a garden right now with it being winter and all... but still, you want to?"

"Yeah, sure.

Mitch took his hand again and they walked down the steps into the backyard. There were stepping stones they walked on and they continued on them until they're were walking between dead bushes and leaves.

"In the summertime, this is the most beautiful place. I come out here a lot and sit by myself just to escape the work week. It does a lot of soothing for the mind."

"That's interesting. I usually stay at home and listen to the music. I like the idea of having something there, kind of speaking to me to get my mind off of things."

Mitch chuckled. "So music speaks to you. You seem to be a lot more artistic than you think. You are a very fascinating person Scott and you intrigue me."

"Really? I'm intriguing? What makes me intriguing? Because I think you might have me mixed up with someone else."

They stopped next to a light post, giving off just enough light to see each other. "No, I don't. The first thing that made you intriguing to me was that you were in my room, on my balcony, even though there were obviously red ropes. More than that, you see bitter towards certain things I understand, yet open to other things I don't. You're judgemental as hell but you know your limits. Plus, I think it's kind of adorable that you once believed in Santa. You're like a little bundle of everything. I like little bundles of everything."

Scott was very glad the lighting was so dim, he was sure he was the most red he's ever been. "Why, because you've always gotten what you've asked for?"

"I haven't gotten everything I've asked for. Not yet."

"So what do you want? I'm sure you could just go out and buy it if you really wanted it."

Mitch shook his head. "You can't buy love, Scott."

Hearing that made Scott think about his mom. No matter what things they couldn't afford, love was the one thing he always had. Poor Mitch, it must've been awful growing up, wanting his parents' attention and never getting enough. That was much, much worse than not getting a Christmas present. "You still talk to you parents though, right?"

"All the time."

"Well that's good. Maybe they'll eventually realize what they didn't give you."

Mitch took his hand from Scott's and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. "You're so clueless, aren't you?"

"What? You wanted love from them right?"

"Scott, I know they love me. They've always loved me. It was just that they loved things and their jobs more than me. That's not what I'm talking about though. I want a special love. The special kind of love that means getting two mugs out in the morning for coffee, or the kind of love that means wanting to stay the night but not wanting to leave in the morning. I'd be fine if I had that one true love to give me everything. I don't believe in magic, but if there was anything that I could ask for for Christmas, that would be it."

Scott felt something in his chest burst, like his heart just leapt out. It sounded so much like what he had written down in his letter. It felt like...like maybe he was supposed to be here tonight. He was meant to come to this party, and he couldn't contain his excitement now. "That's actually really funny. I wished the same thing for Christmas this year."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I wrote my letter to Santa and everything."

Mitch raise a brow. "I thought you didn't believe in his anymore."

"I don't. But writing a letter is still something I do every year. It's a tradition my mom wants us to keep, so here we are."

Mitch was all smiles. "You are just too cute, you know that?"

Scott played with the zipper of his jacket until he zipped it back up. "And here I was, thinking I was just intriguing."

The dark haired man laughed, then reached out for his hand again. "Are you cold?" He asked.

"Not freezing, but it is kind of chilly."

"Shall we go back then? Just in case your friend is looking for you too?"

"If you want to."

Mitch grabbed Scott's hand again and he was starting to realize that Mitch was wanting to hold his hand because he liked him. This beautiful, rich man liked him. Tyler was going to flip when he told him. They turned around and started back in the direction they came.

"So tell me, what exactly did you write in your letter?"

Scott hesitated. "This might sound cheesy... but I wanted to find the love of my life. My one true love."

Mitch let a dimpled smile sweep his face. "This is scary, yet relieving. Two people with two totally different backgrounds, have the same Christmas wish to find love. Coincidence that we happened to run into each other at the party tonight?"

Scott was really too nervous to express how excited he was. "Do you think it's one?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's not a coincidence... maybe it's magic."

Scott laughed as they reached the steps again and began to go up. "Stop it, we both know it's not real. There's no such thing. Santa was never real and neither was his magic."

"Yeah. But you found comfort in them and even though I didn't believe in it, I find comfort in it now. This party was boring, even for me, until I saw you standing on my balcony. It seems a lot like magic. Even if it doesn't to you, seeing you makes me believe that it does."

Scott couldn't hide the blush as he looked at Mitch. What he had said was on the verge of making Scott cry because it made him think of when he was younger and finally recieved something he had asked for. Could Mitch be right? Could they be meant for each other? Could he receive the one thing he asked for, this year on Christmas night?"

"If you keep talking like that, you're going to end up making me believe in it again... and I don't want to be disappointed, Mitch. Not again, not anymore."

They reached the top of the stairs and Scott could hear the music playing again in the background. It was so very fitting because they were back in the lights and ornaments that decorated outside. He would never get tired of saying how beautiful this place was. It wasn't until his phone buzzed that he stopped marveling at all the beauty around him and he took his phone from his pocket to find a text from Tyler.

Scott sighed, knowing he rode with Tyler here. He couldn't afford to not leave with them. "I have to go find Tyler, he said he's ready to leave. It was really nice meeting you and everything."

Mitch suddenly looked like he was just told the worst news, and they walked up to the back doors. Except when they got there, instead of going in, Mitch stopped and started to look around.

"What's wrong?" Scott asked.

Mitch was still looking around and this time he was looking down at the floor while patting his pants pockets.

It was starting to make Scott uncomfortable. "Is something wrong? Did you drop something? Do you need help looking for it?"

"Yeah. It was green...leafy. Had a little red bow at the top... I know I had it but I guess I lost it. I don't know where- Oh! There it is." He was looking up above them, so Scott did too and when he saw it, he covered his mouth and laughed.

"I don't want to be disappointed either, Scott." Mitch whispered, referring back to what Scott had said earlier.

Scott slowly dropped his hand and let it fall to the side, but he didn't say anything.

"If you really have to go, do you mind leaving me with a kiss?"

Scott was panicking on the inside, trying hard to make it not seem like it from the outside. "This...this isn't a joke, right?"

Mitch giggled. "No, Scott, no jokes. I really would like to kiss you. I would also like for you to want me to kiss you, and I think getting to kiss you would be the perfect end for this Christmas night. Do you mind?" He asked softly.

Scott tried to look anywhere but at the beautiful man in front of him, but Mitch grabbed his chin so he couldn't. "Do you?"

A little smirk formed on his face as he gazed at Mitch. He certainly didn't resemble a rich business man to him. He can't say he'd complain if Mitch ended up being his one true love. "No, I don't mind."

He could see Mitch's excitement radiate from him and his hand that was beneath Scott's chin went to the back of his neck. Scott wasn't exactly sure how to kiss him, he hadn't kissed anyone since those college parties with Tyler years ago. But it turns out he didn't need to know, because the kiss was gentle, with only a little bit of tongue. It only lasted a few seconds before Scott's phone buzzed again.

"I have to go, Mitch. I'm sorry." Scott reached for the door handle.

"Could I see you again? Outside the Christmas party, just me and you?"

Scott thought for a moment, his body getting hot again. "Yeah, yeah I'd like that."

His phone buzzed again and Scott groaned. "It was really nice meeting you, Mitch. Merry Christmas." Scott kissed Mitch's cheek then walked through the door.

When Scott walked away, memories of five year old Scott came rushing back. All those years when he believed in the magic and was let down. But Mitch came on Christmas. So was he a coincidence or a Christmas miracle?

Well, Mitch said that seeing him was starting to make him believe in the magic, even if he knows it's not real. Those words made him think. Perhaps that was what the Christmas magic was really all about. Not the trees, or the decorations, or the things. Not the parties, or Santa, or any of that. Maybe it was about simply choosing to believe in something because it comforted the soul, and anything that had the power to do that, well, it had to be magical.