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She had loved. And she had lost.
Dayna Stone had lost her husband eight years earlier when their daughter, Khloe, was only four months old. She had survived the devastating loss of her husband, only to find out she’d likely lose her daughter as well to cancer.
Eddie Kringle is captivated by his beautiful neighbor and her equally beautiful daughter. Born a Magi, Eddie has issues coming to grips that Magi magic cannot cure the child, though his father, Kris, is more than capable. He and Dayna lean on each other as the days pass.
They grow closer and a bond is formed.
A tragedy befalls them on Thanksgiving. Can their love, and the intense love they feel for Khloe, be the miracle they are looking for?
The dramatic change in temperature let Edward “Eddie” Kringle know he’d reached the outer edge of the North Pole. Being a Magi did little to tamper the freezing air surrounding him. The wind whipped and he found holding his sparkling mist-like form difficult. How his father did it on a daily basis amazed Eddie.
But when your father is good ole Saint Nick, anything was possible.
White stretched for as far as the eye could see, blinding in the bright sunlight. Fortunately, by the time Eddie reached his father’s compound, the snow would create a veil, shielding everything and anything from sight. But he knew the route to his dad’s house by heart and would arrive their shortly despite the white-out that would begin in about thirty seconds.
Moving at speeds imperceptible to human eyes, the ground below him whizzed by in a colorless blur. No man nor animal to be seen. Eddie understood his father’s choice of the North Pole due to the remoteness but why couldn’t Maui be remote? Or the Caribbean?
And of course, Eddie forgot a jacket. When he left Kelkerville, Pennsylvania, his current base of operations, August was in full swing and temps were in the eighties. He’d feel the chill once he returned to his human form but he’d look like an utter fool leaving his apartment with a heavy coat on. Vanity could be a pain sometimes, especially when one has bare skin in the polar north when the temps barely rise above freezing.
The snow began to fall in earnest, blinding Eddie but he used the soft glow of the sun to navigate his way to his father’s. He spied the outline of the main house, barely discernible, and descended toward it. As the ground rushed up to greet him, he concentrated his magic and felt his mist-like form twist and gyrate, creating his human form.
His heavily soled leather work boots hit the frozen, snow covered ice with a dull thud. The wind and snow pelted him and he quickly opened the heavy, hardwood door and stepped into the warmth of the home he grew up in. Magic had its advantages and creating a beautiful home was one of them. Not overly large, it housed four bedrooms, a state of the art kitchen—his mother’s only wish—and an ample great room complete with a cathedral ceiling. Hardwood floors, magically kept warm underfoot, ran through the whole house. Furnishings were plush and plump or antique wood. It immediately created a cocoon of calm around Eddie, evoking peace and contentment.
The scent of some sort of baked good wafted to his nose and he inhaled, taking the comforting scent into his lungs.
“You forgot your coat again,” a cherubic, female voice said from behind him.
Eddie whirled toward the sound. Standing before him was his mother, Mary, short and plump, wearing jeans and a Christmas green sweater covered with a fine layer of flour. Her shoulder length, gray hair was pulled back at her nape and held in place with a tie. She used a dough covered finger to push her wire rim glasses up to the bridge of her nose.
His eyes lit up when he saw the light of his life. “Ma,” he murmured and opened his arms to her.
“I’ll get you’re black t-shirt covered in flour. Come kiss my cheek instead.”
Never one to deny his mother, he obediently strode to her and gave her a peck on her rosy red cheek. “Good to see you, Ma.”
She wagged that same dough covered finger at him. “You should visit more often. You are a Kringle and have quite a legacy to live up to.”
Eddie swiped his toe back and forth over the walnut hardwood floor as heat crept up his neck. “Oh, Ma. You know that’s not my calling. Dad has that well under control. Plus, George is already in training. As the elder brother, the job falls on him.”
“You always were the black sheep of the family.”
There was no animosity in the statement. Her green eyes twinkled with mischief when she said those words. Eddie would not have been offended regardless. He wasn’t like his father and brother. Not that he had anything against bringing joy to the boys and girls of the world; it simply wasn’t his cup of tea.