Woman Sees the Face of the Santa She Hired and Realizes the Past She Feared Has Caught up with Her — Story of the Day

Lisa believed that a perfect Christmas was one spent with family. Lisa wished for her daughter to have the full, happy family she herself had never experienced. However, when the Santa she had hired revealed his face, she realized the importance of being careful what you wish for.

On Christmas Eve, the Marble family gathered in their cozy living room, the soft glow of twinkling lights from the Christmas tree casting warm patterns on the walls.

The aroma of roasted turkey, buttery mashed potatoes, and freshly baked bread filled the air.

Lisa moved gracefully between the kitchen and the table, her hands full of steaming dishes.

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She was the kind of hostess who made everything look effortless, her holiday apron dusted with a sprinkle of flour from the cookies she had baked earlier.

Meanwhile, Robert entertained their giggling daughter, Ashley, who clung to his shoulders like a tiny adventurer on a great expedition.

“Spread your arms like you’re an airplane, Ashley,” Robert instructed, his voice buzzing with enthusiasm as he mimicked the deep rumble of a plane engine.

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Ashley squealed with delight, her arms stretched wide as she wobbled slightly.

“I’m flying, Daddy!” she yelled, her voice ringing like a tiny bell.

“Careful, Captain! We’re hitting turbulence,” Robert joked, swaying exaggeratedly from side to side.

Lisa paused by the table, wiping her hands on a towel, and watched them with a soft smile.

“Time to land, dinner is ready,” she called out, her voice warm and teasing.

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Robert made a dramatic engine noise as he lowered Ashley to the floor.

“Boeing 747 coming in for landing, woo-woo-woo!”

Ashley laughed even harder, tugging on Robert’s sleeve.

“More! I want more!”

“Later, sweetheart,” Robert promised, kneeling to her eye level. “First, we need fuel. Pilots have to eat too.”

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As they sat down to dinner, Lisa glanced at her family. The clinking of silverware and Ashley’s happy chatter filled the room.

Her heart swelled as she realized, for the hundredth time, how lucky she was to have these moments, this family, and this life.

After dinner, Lisa carried the last of the plates to the kitchen, glancing at Robert as he leaned back in his chair, sipping coffee.

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Ashley was curled up on the carpet in front of the TV, her eyes glued to a cartoon with talking animals.

The cheerful jingle of the show filled the room, mixing with the faint hum of Christmas music from the radio.

Lisa caught Robert’s eye and gave him a small nod. He leaned forward slightly and whispered, “Is it time? Where is he?”

Lisa checked her watch and whispered back, “Maybe he’s running late. The weather’s not great, but he should be here any minute.”

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As if on cue, the doorbell rang, its cheerful chime making Ashley’s head snap toward the door.

Lisa wiped her hands on her apron and walked quickly to answer it. When she opened the door, a gust of cold air blew in, carrying with it a man dressed head to toe in a Santa costume.

“Ho-ho-ho!” he bellowed, stepping inside and brushing snow off his red coat. “Where’s the little girl for whom I’ve brought presents?”

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“Santa! You came!” Ashley shouted, jumping up from the carpet and running to throw her arms around him.

Her giggles filled the room as Santa patted her back warmly.

He slung a large red bag off his shoulder, setting it beside the Christmas tree, and plopped down on the couch with a playful sigh.

“Let’s see what I’ve got for you in here! Did you write me a letter this year?”

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“Yes!” Ashley said, her eyes sparkling. “Didn’t you read it?”

Santa chuckled, stroking his fake white beard.

“I did, but you know, there are so many children to bring presents to, and this old Santa sometimes forgets!”

Ashley tilted her head, her face serious. “I asked for a puppy!”

“A puppy?” Santa repeated, pretending to think deeply.

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“Hmm, let me check.” He rummaged through his bag dramatically, pulling out a wrapped box.

“Oh! Found it!”

Ashley ripped the paper open eagerly, revealing a shiny robotic dog. Her excitement faded. “I wanted a real one!”

Santa leaned in, lowering his voice.

“A real puppy is a big responsibility. But if you take good care of this one, maybe next year you’ll get a real one. Ho-ho-ho!”

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Ashley smiled reluctantly, her little hands already exploring the toy’s buttons.

Lisa and Robert exchanged a quiet look and slipped out of the room, leaving their daughter to enjoy her magical moment with Santa.

“I told you we should’ve gotten her a real dog,” Robert muttered, crossing his arms as he leaned against the bedroom door.

His tone was laced with disappointment, and he glanced at Lisa with raised eyebrows.

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Lisa sighed, brushing her hair back and folding her arms.

“A dog is a big responsibility, Robert. Who’s going to walk it in the freezing cold? Who’s going to clean up after it? Train it? Feed it? Let me guess—me!” She gave him a pointed look, clearly irritated by the suggestion.

Robert didn’t back down.

“But it’s not just about the work, Lisa. A dog isn’t just a pet; it’s a family member. You don’t understand how much joy it could bring Ashley—and us! She’s been asking for one for months. Don’t you want to see her happy?”

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Lisa hesitated, frowning as she thought it over.

“Fine,” she said finally, throwing up her hands. “But don’t forget, if she gets bored of it, you’re taking care of it. Not me!”

“Deal!” Robert said with a triumphant grin, straightening up.

But their moment of debate was interrupted when Lisa froze, tilting her head. “It’s too quiet in there,” she whispered.

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“I can’t hear them at all.”

Robert’s smile faded.

“Yeah,” he agreed, a trace of worry creeping into his voice. Without another word, they both hurried out of the room to check on Ashley.

Santa was no longer on the couch when Lisa and Robert rushed into the living room.

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Their eyes darted around the space, but it was eerily empty. Panic gripped Lisa as she grabbed Robert’s arm.

“Where’s Ashley?” she gasped, her voice trembling.

Robert’s eyes widened, and they both sprinted toward the front door. There, they saw the man in the Santa suit standing by the doorway, holding Ashley in his arms.

The little girl was bundled up in her coat, her scarf neatly wrapped around her neck.

“Stop!” Lisa shouted, her voice sharp and full of fear.

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Santa froze, turning to face them with wide eyes as Lisa and Robert dashed toward him.

Lisa grabbed Ashley, pulling her back protectively while Robert stepped in front of them.

“What were you planning to do?!” Robert growled, shoving the man against the wall. His voice was low and menacing. “Kidnap her?!”

“No! No! You’ve misunderstood,” the man stammered, raising his hands defensively. “I just wanted to play snowballs with her! That’s all, I swear!”

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“That wasn’t part of the plan!” Lisa snapped, her hands gripping Ashley’s shoulders tightly. “You were supposed to deliver the gifts and leave!”

Ashley squirmed in Lisa’s grip, her voice breaking through the tension. “Mom, stop! He’s my grandpa!”

Lisa froze, staring at her daughter. “What are you talking about, sweetie?” she asked, her voice softer now but still tinged with confusion.

The man in the Santa suit sighed heavily and reached up, removing his fake white beard.

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Underneath was an older man’s face, worn with deep lines but softened by a sad smile.

“My name is Thomas Martins,” he said quietly. “I’m sure that name rings a bell…”

Lisa’s face went pale. She quickly gestured for Ashley to go to her room.

“Go on, honey,” she said, her voice firm but gentle.

Ashley hesitated, her brows furrowed, but eventually nodded and walked upstairs, glancing back before disappearing.

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“What’s he talking about, Lisa?” Robert asked, his voice breaking the silence.

Lisa turned to him, her expression filled with a mix of anger and pain.

“This can’t be,” she muttered, shaking her head. Then, turning to Thomas, she shouted, “Get out of here! I don’t want to see you in my house!”

Thomas held his hands up again, his eyes pleading. “I didn’t come to take your daughter, Lisa,” he said earnestly.

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“I just wanted to see her, to spend time with her. She’s my granddaughter, and I’ve never seen her in my entire life.”

Robert turned to Lisa, his confusion growing. “What’s he talking about, Lisa?”

Lisa’s shoulders slumped, and she closed her eyes for a moment before speaking. “He’s telling the truth,” she said softly.

“He’s Ashley’s real grandfather.”

“What?!” Robert exclaimed, his voice rising.

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“What does this mean?!”

Lisa took a deep breath. “He’s my father,” she admitted. “The one who abandoned me when I was little…”

Robert’s eyes narrowed as he turned back to Thomas. “It’s him?! Why did you come here?!”

Thomas’s shoulders sagged as he spoke.

“I just wanted to see my granddaughter, nothing more. I know you’ll never forgive me for what I did—I can’t forgive myself either—but I only wanted to be her grandfather for this one evening.”

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Robert clenched his fists, stepping closer.

“That’s enough,” he growled, beginning to push Thomas toward the door.

“Wait, Robert,” Lisa said, her voice stopping him. She stepped forward, her expression softening.

“It’s Christmas. This is a day when families should be together.”

She turned to Thomas, motioning for him to come closer. “Maybe I’m not ready to forgive you for not being in my life,” she said carefully.

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“But I don’t want to deny my daughter the chance to know her grandfather. Please, don’t make me regret this decision.”

Tears filled Thomas’s eyes as he nodded.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He reached out and hugged Lisa gently, his shoulders shaking as he wept.

For Thomas, this was more than he had dared to hope for.

And for Lisa, that Christmas brought something unexpected—a new chance to heal and grow as a family.

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12 People Who Were Right to Trust Their Gut Feeling

Listening to what your intuition is telling you might just keep you safe from harm or sorrow. That’s what people online found out the hard way, when trusting their gut feeling meant a completely different outcome in a serious situation. Their stories are an important reminder for us to believe in our own inner voice.

  • I would always walk down the hallway in the night without turning the lights on. One night I get to the end of the hallway and have a sudden urgent feeling that I need to turn the lights on.
    I go all the way back to my room and turn the hallway light on and go back.
    Just in front of where I had decided to turn around was a huge and deadly Taipan snake making its way from one room to another across the hallway. If it had bitten me in the dark they wouldn’t have been able to get me the correct antivenom. © risska / Reddit
  • I was mowing my backyard with a ride-on mower, and I began to get an overwhelming feeling of being watched. I started looking around and thought I saw a figure in the upstairs window. I tried ignoring this as no one was home and continued with mowing when I started to feel an unbearable sense of dread.
    This made me immediately stop. As I did so, the ground in front of me gave way forming a 15-foot wide 12 foot deep sinkhole. If I hadn’t stopped immediately I likely would have been crushed by the tractor. © MujimIsYou / Reddit
  • My wife and I rented a really nice cabin in Big Sur, California, for a few nights. She woke up panicky and crying (which she never does) over a bad dream. I had an awful feeling after waking up and told her we could go for a drive.
    The further we went, the better we felt. We ended up staying in Monterey for the night. The cabin we were at burnt down. I still get chills writing this years later. © Unknown user / Reddit
  • I asked my mother to take me home early from boy scout camp because I was afraid of bears. A bear ravaged the camp the night I left. Luckily, it didn’t hurt anyone. It just tore everything up from what I was told. © SenatusRomanus / Reddit
  • I’m a firefighter. We got called out to a tree fire started by fallen power lines. We pull up in the truck, and I’m trusting that my driver and crew leader are doing their job and have good situational awareness. We get out of the truck, and we’ve parked next to a set of power lines (not fallen). It’s a very windy night and I can see the lines swinging, so I voice my concerns to my crew leader who says it’ll be fine.
    We get our hose out (risk of the tree fire catching onto a house outweighing potential risk of arcing plus the line disconnected when it fell) and I’m on the branch ready to start putting it out with two others near me when I get a chill. I look up to see the lines swinging violently and yell, “everyone move”. As the three of us sprint and dive out of the way we hear a thwip and crack and sure enough the line we were under came loose and stayed connected to the power pole. If I hadn’t got that chill chances are we would all have died. © DYESMOD / Reddit
  • My daughter was a year and a half at the time. She had a cold, but bedtime went off without a hitch. I woke up in the middle of the night that night, really uncomfortable and anxious. Something was off, and I couldn’t put my finger on it. I got up, had a midnight snack, tried to calm my nerves. I decided to check on my kids, who shared a room, before trying to go back to sleep.
    I get in there, and immediately I hear a light sound coming from her crib—wheezing. It was so quiet, there was no way to hear it outside of the room. I got her up and saw that her breathing was fast and labored. I took her to the hospital, where she ended up with an overnight stay, oxygen, and nebulizer treatments because her oxygen had dipped. She was diagnosed with Reactive Airway Disease due to the cold (which triggered an asthma attack). © Thr33wolfmoon / Reddit

I was riding my motorcycle with a friend on the back. We were going down a country road behind a truck hauling a bunch of old car tires when all of a sudden I decided we shouldn’t be there, so I slowed way down to let the truck go ahead of us. Just as I did, one of the tires fell off the truck and landed right where we would have been. © d***eyeAZ / Reddit

  • When I was two or three, I had nightmares. One night I woke up, went to my foster parents’ room, and informed them that there was a bee under my pillow. “No, there’s not, Arwen. Go back to sleep,” they said. Cue the rivers of tears. Finally, my foster mom goes into my room, switches my light on, says, “There aren’t any bees in here. Look!”
    As she picks up my pillow lo and behold, a bee flew out. My mom shooed the bee out the window as I was sobbing hysterically. She gave me the strangest look and asked how I knew the bee was there. I had no idea. My nightmare was completely unrelated. © Unkown user / Reddit
  • I was like 5 or 6 when my mom and sisters wanted to go for a drive out of town. I cried and cried because I just didn’t want to go with them for some reason, and decided to go with my other sister in her car. Turns out, my mom and other sisters ended up crashing, and they said, “If you were in the car, you would’ve had to sit in the middle, and you would’ve died.” Luckily my family was okay though. But I sure did feel really cool after that. © SnowLeopard000 / Reddit
  • I was driving on the road one night and I saw a car in the middle of the road with two people lying on the ground. My gut feeling was that something is suspicious here, and I decided to act on it by driving past the car and the two people.
    I stop to take my phone out and call the police and I look at my rearview mirror to see the two people lying on the road stand up with five other people coming out of the bushes. © Naweezy / Reddit
  • I met this cute girl on Halloween night, so I invited her to a party I was going to later. She drove with me to the party and I took her two friends too. We talk a little, but we ended up working the room and got split up. I had this sudden overwhelming urge to find her and I ended up getting a little worried.
    Some guy had moved in and had brought her outside and taken her to a semi private area underneath a patio balcony. I didn’t really care what he thought, grabbed her by the hand, acted like it was important and led her out of the party and in to the front yard. We both heard a massive crash as the very large patio collapsed above where she was standing three minutes before.
    I know most certainly that if I hadn’t grabbed her, she wouldn’t exist today. I ended up marrying her, and imagining how it almost never happened in such a dreadful way terrifies me. © Unknown user / Reddit
  • My mom tells this story a lot. She was working in an office, and she suddenly had a powerful urge to leave her cube, just to leave and be somewhere else for no reason. Not a minute later, a fifteen-foot-wide section of the ceiling collapsed, burying the floor in metal and plaster. © Kaleon
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We all have personal stories we’re afraid to share because they sound unbelievable. But some people feel better sharing them anonymously online. We gathered a few of those eerie stories in this article, and they prove that anyone can be deeply affected by spooky situations.

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