From neverland-anime.com (Dec 24, 2018)

Written by Nanao

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It was Christmas Eve, and the Grace Field House was adorned with brightly-colored trees and wreaths. In the warmth of the playroom, each of the children could barely contain their excitement.

“I wonder what Santa’s gonna bring us this year?” ten-year-old Emma happily muttered to herself as she read a picture book about Santa Claus to Phil and Conny.

“I want a train!”

“As for me, um… I’m fine with anything!” Connie declared with a soft chuckle. “How about you, Emma?”

Emma clenched her fists before answering her little sister’s question. “I don’t care about the presents, I just wanna meet Santa this year!!”

Norman let out a hearty laugh from nearby. “You said the same thing last year.”

“In fact, you’ve been saying that since you were five,” Ray added without glancing up from his book.

Emma turned toward the pair. “Wait, for real?!”

She stared back down at the picture book, growing impatient. “I sure hope I get to meet him. I’d love to thank him in person…”

“I also wanna meet Santa!”

“Me too. I want to give him a present.”

Phil and Conny’s words spurred Emma to nod furiously and stand up, feeling reinvigorated.

“Alright then, let’s all go visit Santa together once we leave the House!”

Hearing Emma’s declaration, her younger siblings cheered in agreement.

“Huh? You’re going to meet him face-to-face?!”

But Emma had a matter-of-fact response to Ray’s interjection.

“You’re coming with us, Ray!”

“I’ll pass. It’s too darn cold up there.”

“Come ooon! Join us!”

Their exchange made Norman sigh. “Oh, Emma. You never change.”

Indeed, she did not simply go to bed and wait in silence for Santa Claus to arrive. Whether Santa’s workshop was a distant fantasy or not, Emma was someone who could surely find her way there.

“Hey, it’s snowing!” Don shouted as he burst into the playroom and pointed at the windows.

“Woah! Really?!”

Huddling by the windowsill, the children watched as tiny flakes of snow drifted down from the gray skies above.

“Will it still be there tomorrow?”

“I want to build a snowman!”

Meanwhile, Emma pictured a garden blanketed in white—for that was how she envisioned Santa’s workshop in her mind.