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Reggie raced up the front lawn of the Meyersons' home. He'd just finished tearing open his Christmas presents and wanted to make sure Santa had come for Lucy too. His new friend had been sad that she wasn't going to have snow to play in and then had been afraid Santa wouldn't know where to leave her presents because she wasn't at her home. So when Reggie'd gone to see Santa at the mall, he explained everything to the man in red and gotten a promise from him. Lucy had still been worried when Reggie'd told her about Santa's promise, though, so Reggie had to make sure he kept it.
"Lucy! Lucy! It's Christmas!" the five year yelled as he banged his fists on the Meyersons' front door. He didn't stop until the door opened and he almost hit Mrs. Meyerson. "Did he come? Did Santa come? 'Cause he promised Lucy would get her presents here!" Reggie rushed out breathlessly.
"Do you want to come see?" Mrs. Meyerson asked. She stepped aside to let the boy in, shaking her head as he stumbled to get his shoes off and dash toward the living room.
"Lucy!" the boy exclaimed as he practically jumped on his friend. She was sitting cross legged on the floor, surrounded by piles of torn wrapping paper.
"He came! He came!" the girl exclaimed excitedly as Reggie hugged her as tight as he could.
"I told you!" Reggie almost shouted in her ear. "Santa never lies! Ever!"
Lucy hugged him back. "We have a present for you!" she told him. Releasing the boy, Lucy crawled under the tree and returned seconds later with a wrapped box. She shoved it into Reggie's hands, grinning a toothy grin. "Open it!"
Reggie ripped the paper off and his jaw dropped. "It's Han Solo!" he exclaimed as he stared at the action figure. He'd broken his over the summer. He'd meant to ask Santa for a new one but he'd forgotten. Making sure Lucy got presents had been his goal. "Oh! Here!" Reggie exclaimed after a moment of staring lovingly at his new toy. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tangled mess of ribbon and dry pasta and pipe cleaners, doing his best to shape it quickly. "It's a snowflake 'cause there's no snow here."
"Wow," Lucy breathed as she cradled the crafted item in her hands. "I love it!"
"Breakfast is ready, Lucy, Reggie. Go wash up quickly!" Mrs. Meyerson called from the kitchen.
"Race you!" Lucy yelled, scrambling to get up first. Reggie set aside his new Han Solo and ran off after Lucy.