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The streets were covered in powdery white snow, and all about children were playing in it...be it a snowball fight or making snow-angels.
Amongst the snow, a little boy stood and watched the other kids play. He held a piece of paper clenched in his hands, and he looked at it.
1458 Emerson Ave... He read as his eyes scanned the paper.
He walked up to the door of the building and knocked. It was the door of Darkside Investigations, which didn't stop working...even on Christmas Eve.

The little boy looked at him and smiled as well, accepting the candy cane. M...Mister, I looked you up in the phonebook and...well...It says you help find people other people can't find... the boy said, stuttering and shivering as he spoke.
Come on in outta the cold kid, I just put some coco on the stove. Yes Kida, with mini marshmallows...you big kid.

Ace poured the coco into a set of cups for himself, the boy, and one for Kida that was covered in minimarshmallows. The cup itself was decorated with a snowman holding a cup of coco and his hand melting.
T'ank you mister...I appweciate it. I'm looking for someone though...and you guys say you can find anyone, even if everyone can't?
Ace sipped at his coco and nodded his head. We have a 9/10 success record. Only person we couldn't find was Mr. Bojangles the cat... Ace said after swallowing the coco in his plain, red, mug.
Well, I'm looking fow somene. He is tall, with a big beawd, black boots, a weally big belly, and a weally wosey nose and cheeks. He weaws a lot of wed...what was his name... The kid said as he ran his hand over his chin, trying to think of the name.
Sounds like you're lookin' for St. Nick... Ace said, sipping at his cup again.
Dat was it! Santa Clause! Dat's his name! The kid jumped up and said, holding out his piece of paper as he jumped.
Ace's eyes went big and spat out the coco he was drinking...

Well, you see Mister...I got this list hewe...and I wanna give it to him. I didn't gets to mail it cause Mama and Papa didn't get to take it to the post office before the accident. the little boy said as he unrolled the paper in his hands and showed a very simple letter with a one item list on it.
Dear Mr. Santie Clause,

Sowwy if I spelleded your name wong, I'm not too good at spelling just yet, but I'm welly twying. I been welly good this yeaw, and I only want one thing...if you can do it dat is. I know a lot of othew kids are pwobably asking fow othew things that are mowe impowtant....but please?

1. Peace on Eawth, even if only fow a day

Ace looked at the list, and smiled at Kida appreciating his cocoa.
Well kid, I think we'll just have to try our hardest at this case...but we'll find Mr. Clause for ya. No kid should go without sending his letter to him...especially one as special as this one. Kida, finish up your coca and put on your good winter coat...we've got a jolly old saint to find.

Ace walked out to the kitchen and simply poured the remaining Coco and marshmallows into a thermos for Kida. He took a seperate thermos of tea for himself and another thermos of coco for the boy.
Well, we gotta hurry...it's almost night on Christmas Eve...how the heck do we find Santa at a hectic time like this. He said as he threw on his coat and drapped a small coat from his childhood years over the boys shoulders. Put that on, don't wanna be sick when you meet Santa now do ya?
Ace smiled as they walked down the stairs of the building onto the icy streets. He remembered times of his childhood when he thought of Santa as an amazing figure...but since his age grew, his belief in the jolly old elf began to dwindle.
Ace simple walked down the steps to the children in the street.
Hum...what the heck to do....Well, I suppose we should start at the obvious place...the mall.

Ace felt the snowball connect with the back of his head, spun around and slung one over the fort, connecting with Kida's face. The snowball smacking him in the back of the head made him remember something though.

Just remember Ace...Santa isn't just at the North Pole...he's in your heart. If you believe, and believe hard enough...maybe he will visit you.

THAT'S IT!

Ace went wide eyed when the snowball hit him in the mouth. He spat the snow out of his mouth and balled up a snow-ball, chucking it and clocking Kida in the face. You're a bad influence on the kid...but none the less, I got it! I know how to find Mr. San T Clause.
Weally mistew?! How mistew, how?!
Ace chuckled as he began to say his plan. To most, it would have seemed ludacris, but it was perfectly logical in his head.
You see young one...Christmas comes but once a year, so it's quite hard for Santa dear, to understand that we believe that he is not make believe. So we must let him hear our voice, shout it out and rejoice, we must let him hear that we believe he isn't some mall cop named Steve, but he is real as real can be...and maybe then, we all can see...the glory that is Saint Nick..so we need to make this a musical right quick! KIDA, DRUM ROLL!