Businessman Finds Poor Little Girl’s Letter to Santa & Steps up to Fulfill Her Christmas Wish – Story of the Day

On his way to the bank, a businessman found a letter for Santa and set out to find the kid who had written it, but he never imagined the beautiful reward he would get later.

Sean parked in his regular spot next to his local bank. It was afternoon already, but he had been running errands all morning, and then, the snow got a little too bad for him to drive. He waited a few hours so that the snow plows had time to clear the streets, and he got out of the car smiling tentatively.

He didn’t hate snow. It just reminded him of a happier time that would never come again. There was still some white stuff on the sidewalk, and he tried to step carefully on it to avoid falling. But his fancy shoes made a crinkling sound. That didn’t make sense, so the businessman looked down and saw a piece of paper.

He grabbed it quickly and saw a wrinkled letter addressed to “Dear Santa” in a simple, childlike script. Sean’s hand trembled as he tried not to crease the paper further. He didn’t hate Christmas, or Santa, or the celebrations, or the merriment. But seeing all the happiness would only remind him of all he had lost.

Years ago, his wife died in childbirth. His baby luckily survived; he adored snow, Christmas lights, caroling, and everything about this holiday. But he died at six after a freak accident at his school, and Sean lost all his cheer since then.

He tolerated the holidays because he didn’t want to act like a Grinch. He sent his nieces and nephews presents and attended the family dinners, but he was a ghost.

This letter was only a reminder of what he could have, but somehow, it made him curious. With trembling hands, he opened the envelope. Maybe, he could find out what this kid wanted for Christmas and find a way to make her wishes come true.

“Dear Santa,” he read aloud. “It would be great if I could get a new pair of winter boots. My mommy can’t buy them because it’s too much money, but I get sick without good shoes…”

The letter continued explaining that the kid’s mother didn’t have much, but they were happy when she was not sick, and she hoped that boots would help her stay out of the hospital. Sean was surprised to feel a tear falling down his cheek when he read the end, “Thank you very much, Santa. Love, Missy.”

He hated that some little girl and her mom went without the basics when he had so much money and no family to share it with. He felt like it was a cosmic joke that was so unfair.

Unfortunately, since a child wrote the letter, it had no return or forwarding address, so Sean was stumped. But then, he realized that if the letter was right there in front of the bank, he could ask around about...