Mel Dreams up the Perfect Dollhouse

Here's a special delivery to a little girl named Melanie, or Mel as she liked to be called.

Mel was a brown-eyed, six-year-old kindergartener from a charming town in Minnesota. This girl’s heart is as pure as freshly fallen snow. She had only one wish in her letter to the North Pole: a magnificent new dollhouse, where she could dream up stories and play till the sun went down.

As Christmas drew near, I assigned two of my top elves, Blaire and Claire, to bring Mel’s magical dollhouse to life. They worked tirelessly, crafting tiny dollhouse furniture: miniature chairs, dressers, and beds. They painted each of the nine rooms a sparkling color, installed carpet, built the stairs, and added tiny plastic windows. Every little detail was designed to bring out the best in this little princess’s imagination.

After weeks and weeks of crafting, Blaire and Claire buzzed with excitement, watching Mel's special gift come together.

On Christmas Eve, with the reindeer ready for the night's journey. Little Melanie's doll house was finished… just in time. In fact, it was the last gift wrapped in red wrapping paper and tied with a giant pink bow.

On my route, I usually visit the big cities first before making my way to the small towns. When I reached Minnesota, I glided through Minneapolis St. Paul, and heading northwest… I have Melanie on my mind. As I descended from the clouds into her snow-covered town, I spotted her home tucked behind a row of tall red pines trees. The roof ready for our arrival.

Silent as a whisper, I slipped down the flue and into the warm living room. I take notice of the stockings hung by the fireplace as well as the scent of freshly baked cookies filling the air. As I crossed the room to the brightly lit tree, I saw Mel asleep on the couch. Her dreams undoubtedly were filled with visions of playing house, dress-up, and countless adventures with her Barbies.

With a twinkle in my eye, I placed the mystical dollhouse carefully wrapped by Blaire and Claire, behind the Christmas tree. I say a quick little blessing for her family that they have an unforgettable Christmas morning. I lean in close to sleeping Mel and gently placed a special new doll in her arms to wake up to.

"Keep dreaming, my little one"

With a tug on my ear, I slipped back up the flue.  I walk over to and gently pat on Dancer’s back.  Then we’re off again into the night, leaving a sprinkle of magic behind us as we made our way to the Dakotas.

The next morning, Mel awoke to a sight that took her breath away.

“Oh, Santa!” she cried, clutching the new doll and gazing at her magical dollhouse. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

As Mel spent her day lost in a world of imagination, her dreams had come true in a little town in Minnesota the moment she opened her eyes on Christmas morning.

It’s playful children like Melanie, that keep my elves crafting more and more magic every year.

Thanks for joining me. Box of Santa Stories