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MERRY CHRISTMAS! Well, today is our last day. The secret is about to be revealed. The consensus seems to be that Edward is Santa. A few have faithfully stuck with Emmett, a couple for Carlisle. And a few other's. Well, time to find out!

December 25, 2011

Bella's POV

I opened the door and peeked outside. I gasped and opened the door wider and stepped out onto the porch. I wasn't sure what I was more surprised about, what I saw, or who I saw.

I turned and grabbed my coat and closed the door behind me. I looked around my yard completely stunned. My yard, and my yard only, was full of snow.

"I have heard you complaining a lot about there being no snow, so here you go, your wish is fulfilled." Carlisle smiled.

"Carlisle? You're Santa?" I asked.

"Only once a year." He laughed as he made a snowball.

"How did you do all this?" I asked as I walked down the steps and stood in the snow.

"I had your yard blasted with artificial snow. It's basically ice turned to powder." He answered. "It should have been hard to pull off since you were awake, but when you write you are completely oblivious to everything around you."

"I guess so." I said as I turned to look at the amount of snow that was in the yard.

"You do this every year without anyone finding out who you are. Why are you showing yourself to me?" I asked in wonder.

"Well, it has been brought to my attention that you are writing a Christmas mystery, but you are having problems with the ending." He answered. "I thought you could use some help from someone who has lived the words you write. You have questions, and only I have the answers."

"I can ask you anything?" I asked excitedly.

"Anything." He laughed and then began rolling his snowball in the snow.

I made a snowball of my own and rolled it in the snow thinking about my first question. "Why do you do all this?" I asked. "Don't get me wrong, it's the most selfless and amazing thing anyone has ever done, but why?"

Carlisle continued making his snowball bigger and answered, "As a doctor I perform miracles everyday and get paid for it. Once in a while I like to do it just for the gratification and satisfaction of making people happy. The smiles on people's faces and the tears of joy are payment enough for me. I don't need nor want the praise, that's why I stay anonymous."

I straightened up from my snowball and said, "You are a hero to this town, and no one will ever know it's you."

Carlisle smiled at me and said, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

"How do you afford everything?" I asked. "I know you make a lot of money as a doctor, but to buy everything? This year you bought a car, a house, a building plus all the other stuff."

Carlisle started laughing and said, "For amateur detectives you guys really suck. If you had really done some research you would have found that I owned that building. About ten years ago I bought it planning to open my own private practice, but then I changed my mind, I didn't want to leave the hospital. That building sat there empty all this time. I had it converted into a garage and signed the building over to Rose."

We were all so into finding out the secret of Santa, but we never really did any of the work.

"The house," He continued. "I also owned. It was mine and Esme's first house after we got married. As for the car, I didn't buy that either."

"It was your car?" I guessed.

"Nope." He said. "I very rarely pay for anything. You see, the Miracle worker of Forks, as the newspapers like to call me, is national news every year. Company's like me to use their products because they get publicity. Even if they go as far as giving away a free car, they are going to make money, because they get more customers because people like that they were part of the Christmas miracles."

"I guess that is clever." I said. "Everybody wins."

"Exactly." He smiled.

"Okay, how did you build Billy's ramp in just three hours?" I asked.

"It was built off sight and then a whole crew brought it and nailed it together. The whole thing took about an hour." He answered easily.

"Wait a minute!" I said a little loudly. "You got a miracle."

"I was wondering how long it would take you to come to that." He smiled. "I put my name on that miracle, but it was all for Esme." He got a far away look along with a smile and said, "I would do anything for that woman. If she wants a big family dinner, then a big family dinner is what she will get."

"Esme doesn't know you are Santa?" I asked confused.

"I have been doing this for thirty years, and I have been trying to tell her the whole time. But that stubborn woman never wanted the magic spoilt." He answered. "But she knows now. When James and Victoria's house burnt down I knew exactly want I needed to do. But I couldn't give away Esme's first house without her permission. She figured it out that I was Santa and was excited that she could decorate the house for them. She also decorated Jake and Leah's nursery."

"That's nice." I smiled. "Now you two can do it all together."

"That's what I wanted all along." He laughed. "But like I said, stubborn."

"Alright, what about some of the personal things you could not have known?" I asked.

"There are two people you tell everything to, your hair stylist, and your doctor. People just seem to open up to me." He chuckled. "With Rebecca and Paul's night out, she had told me that they were drifting apart because of his work. With Mrs. Cope, she was coming in to see me more often because the cold of the school was bothering her legs. Tanya was easy, she had to bring her daughter's with her when she came into the hospital, and she apologized for the girls being there and said she was looking into daycare but didn't think she could afford it. I didn't have to talk the information out of her at all."

"Eric and Jane?" I asked. "How did you know they would even get along let alone fall for each other?"

"Are you kidding me?" Carlisle asked. "Even a blind man could see they liked each other."

"Alright, I will give you that one." I laughed.

Carlisle finished rolling his snowball into a giant one and then helped me lift mine onto the top of his.

"What about Quil?" I asked. "How did you know he was going to propose to Claire?"

"I went to the jewelry store to pick up Esme's Christmas gift and Quil was leaving. The sales man told me how Quil had been in there everyday for the past three weeks looking at a ring. He said Quil couldn't afford it. So I bought it."

"Oh, I have a tough one." I said. "How did you know about Kate's dad? He had a heart attack and the next morning they had time off work and airline tickets home. How did you know about that so fast?"

"These are all so easy, Bella." He laughed as we started another snowball for our snowman. "Kate's dad has been a friend of mine since we were little; he called me the night of his heart attack. He mentioned that Kate felt guilty that they couldn't be there. As for the time off work, I called both of there bosses and the next thing you know, Kate and Garrett have paid time off, and both company's get a write up in the paper for helping me out."

"How did you get the whole town to write a referral for Laurent and Irena?" I asked. "Hell, even Edward and I wrote one."

"I told one person." He said holding one finger up. "I told one person that I was writing something because they needed help adopting, and the next thing you know, everyone wrote one. They deserved it; they are going to be great parents."

"They are." I smiled.

"Running out of questions?" Carlisle laughed as I stood staring into space thinking of what to ask.

"Kind of." I laughed. I couldn't think of what else to ask.

"Let me help you." He laughed. "Seth." He said counting one out on his finger. "Everyone knows he's going to have an amazing football career. He just needed that camp to help pay for college, plus he wanted to go, it made him happy."

He counted off another finger and said, "The food for the church, we all know the church needed help, I placed ad's in papers out of our area saying Santa needed help helping the church, the donations poured in after that."

Another finger, "The doctor of Sam and Emily's daughter is a friend of mine. He told me that he had a patient from Forks and I knew who he was talking about without him having to tell me. I went to the hospital board and got them to take off half of their hospital bill and I and talked their insurance company into paying the rest.

"The wedding dress for Lauren." Another finger. "That was actually the only thing I paid full price for. I knew Alice needed the sale. Lauren getting robbed by her own wedding coordinator was horrible and I wanted to help. For Alice and Jasper, I got a flier for her shop and put it on a few billboards. The doctor Jasper is now working for wanted me to go into practice with him, I don't want to leave the hospital but I talked up Jasper and he wanted Jasper to come work for him."

We got the final snowball finished and completed the snowman. "And then there's you." Carlisle said as he stepped back and admired the snowman. "The snow, because I don't think there is a person in this town who hasn't heard you bitch that there isn't any snow yet." He laughed. "And, I'm telling you all this to help with your book. So, I guess you get two miracles." He smiled.

I smiled as Carlisle pulled a red bow out of his pocket and stuck it to the snowman.

"I thought Phil and Renee were my miracle?" I asked confused.

"No, that was actually for Renee." He said. "She told Esme about the situation of not being able to leave because some of the player's couldn't leave. Renee agreed to stay because she loved that Phil didn't want them to be alone for Christmas, but she didn't really want to stay. So, I just sent them all home. "

"Oh." I said. "Well, I'm happy she's here."

"I'm glad. Anything else?" Carlisle asked.

"Not that I can think of." I said. "Oh, yes! Are there elves?" I asked.

Carlisle started laughing hysterically. After he calmed himself down he said, "Yes, there is elves."

"Really? We all thought Emmett was crazy." I said. "Who are the elves?"

"I told some of the kids at the hospital my secret. The terminal kids." Carlisle said. "They asked if they could help. I said yes and got them green hats and bells and told them they could be my elves. So, the kids who are able to leave the hospital have been helping me. I take them with me and they do some of the work for me, leaving things on the doorsteps, leaving footprints, paying for things. The kids who can't leave the hospital write the notes for me.

"It was fun for them, but once I realized it was driving Emmett crazy it became fun to mess with him." Carlisle laughed. "Like having them look in the window with their hats on."

"That's funny." I laughed.

"So, any idea's for your book?" He asked.

"Yes, I know how to finish it." I smiled.

"Good. Then miracle accomplished." He said. "But, I am kind of hoping this will remain a little secret between the two of us."

"Don't worry; your secret is safe with me." I said. "And as for my story I think it is going to be just like your story and the mystery is going to be left just that, a mystery."

Carlisle smiled as he walked backwards towards the sidewalk. "I think that's a good idea. Just like Esme says, it's all about the magic in the mystery. Merry Christmas, Bella."

"Merry Christmas…Santa."

A/N: The End. The secret of who Santa is has been revealed. I hope it didn't disappoint. I think I have also answered all of the questions of the how's in this story.

Thank you to everyone who has read this story. And a thank you to everyone who has reviewed, put this story on alert and their favorites list!

This story has been such fun to write and thank you to everyone who shared their stories with me, and I am so glad I put a lot of people in the Christmas spirit, that was the point.

To everyone who is reading Doorstep Bundle, I am planning on finishing that story before the new year, so that will be updated soon. I will also be starting a new story sometime after the New Year; put me on alert if you want to check out what else I am writing.

I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas and I hope you got the miracle you needed, or were a Santa for someone else who needed a miracle.

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