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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My Greedy Father-in-Law Put a Hair in an Expensive Dish to Get It for Free—but Karma Got Him Immediately

Frank had always prided himself on his sneaky tactics to get freebies, but his luck ran out at a high-end restaurant. What began as a simple meal turned into a public spectacle when karma finally caught up with him, teaching him a lesson he never saw coming.

My father-in-law, Frank, has always been one of those people who never miss an opportunity to scam others for their own benefit.

I’ve witnessed him do that multiple times, but I never thought I’d see the day when his tricks would backfire so spectacularly, leaving him red-faced and scrambling for an exit.

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A close-up shot of an older man in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

I’ve known Frank for about nine years now. I first met him when Ethan and I started dating, and Ethan introduced us over dinner at a restaurant. That was the first time I saw Frank trying to scam a restaurant.

The waiters served our food, and we began eating. I ordered pasta, Ethan got a sandwich, and Frank ordered a bowl of rice with sesame chicken.

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A bowl of sesame chicken with rice | Source: Pexels

“The chicken is so delicious!” Frank said, enjoying his meal.

“Yeah, even this sandwich tastes great,” Ethan added.

I thought Frank was just appreciating the restaurant’s food and service. But no. Frank had something else in mind, and what he did next caught me completely off guard.

“Let me show you how to get more of the same meal for free!” he said before calling a waiter over to our table.

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An older man in a restaurant, smiling | Source: Midjourney

“How can I help you, sir?” the waiter asked politely.

“This chicken tastes awful!” Frank said angrily, shaking his head in disapproval. “I can’t believe you’re serving such tasteless meals. The flavor is bland, and it’s not even properly cooked.”

“I’m so sorry, sir,” the waiter apologized. “I’ll get a replacement right away.”

“Hurry up!” Frank snapped. “I don’t have time to waste here. You better return with something that’s properly cooked!”

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A waiter in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

The waiter looked panicked, apologizing as if he was at fault. He took away the half-eaten meal that Frank pretended to dislike, promising to return in five minutes.

Once the waiter left, Frank flashed us an evil smile like he had pulled off something impressive.

At that point, I wanted to ask Frank why he lied to get another meal for free. It wasn’t like he didn’t have money, or he was dying of hunger.

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A woman looking straight ahead while having dinner with her family | Source: Midjourney

What he did was so cheap, but I believed I was not in a position to make him realize how wrong he was.

Later that night, I asked Ethan why his father did that.

“He’s always been like this,” Ethan sighed. “He thinks it’s funny and he never listens when we tell him it’s wrong. We’ve tried a million times, trust me.”

“But didn’t you see how hurt that waiter was? He really thought your dad didn’t like the food,” I protested. “This is so wrong, Ethan. So unfair.”

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A woman talking to her boyfriend | Source: Midjourney

Ethan told me to let it go, and since we were just starting our relationship, I figured it wasn’t worth arguing over.

I could’ve pressed Ethan to understand how wrong Frank’s actions were, but I didn’t want something so minor to strain our relationship.

However, looking back, I wish I had told Ethan to put an end to his dad’s habit.

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An older man in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

The following year, Ethan and I tied the knot, and since then, I’ve been a witness to how cheap Frank is. I’ve watched in horror as he pulled stunts to get free food, free services in hotels, and free ANYTHING, ANYWHERE!

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A man shaking hands with a woman at work | Source: Pexels

During the first year of our marriage, I tried explaining to Ethan how wrong his father’s behavior was, but it led to a big argument. Ethan kept saying he had no control over Frank, while I insisted he at least talk to his dad about it.

That night, I decided to stop meddling in Frank’s business because it was useless. Little did I know, karma was about to step in and teach Frank a lesson he’d never forget.

It all started when Frank called Ethan last weekend.

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A man talking to his father on the phone | Source: Pexels

“There’s a new restaurant near my workplace,” he said. “I was wondering if you and Bella could join me. I’ve heard the food’s quite expensive so I just wanna see if it’s worth the money.”

“Sure, Dad,” Ethan replied. “We’ll be there.”

Two days later, we found ourselves in the restaurant with Frank. It was one of those fancy places where the plates are tiny, the prices are outrageous, and you need a reservation just to get in.

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A fancy restaurant | Source: Pexels

“This place looks nice,” I said as I skimmed through the menu. “But wow, it’s pricey.”

“Yeah, it’s super expensive,” Ethan said. “I think I’ll stick with a simple pasta.”

“Me too,” I agreed. “White sauce pasta for me. What about you, Frank?”

Frank was busy scanning the menu, his finger trailing down to the most expensive item.

“I’ll have the lobster,” he grinned.

“A lobster? Really Dad?” Ethan asked. “You’ve never ordered one before.”

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A man sitting in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

“I know you’d say this,” Frank replied. “But it’s nice to try new things, isn’t it?”

“You’re right, Dad,” Ethan said before calling the waiter.

We placed our orders, but I could tell Frank was gearing up for another one of his stunts.

Soon, our food arrived, and we began eating. However, halfway through the dinner, I noticed Frank staring at his lobster. I couldn’t understand what was happening until he plucked a hair from my head and placed it on his dish.

Yep, Frank had the nerve to do that. I was too stunned to say a word.

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An angry woman in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

Then he called the waiter over, feigning disgust.

“There’s a hair in my food,” Frank exclaimed, pushing his seat away from the table as if the hair would fly over to him. “This is unacceptable! I shouldn’t have to pay for this filth!”

What the heck? I thought. How can he even think of doing that?

I was mortified, while Ethan looked like he was about to explode with anger.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” the waiter said. “I’ll let the manager know.”

That’s when karma made its move.

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A waiter in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

The manager approached our table a few seconds later.

“We’re so sorry for the inconvenience, sir,” he apologized.

I think he was about to offer a complimentary meal when another waiter came over to our table and whispered something in the manager’s ear.

That’s when the manager’s expression changed from apologetic to stone-cold serious. He took a deep breath and said, “Sir, I need to ask you to leave.”

“What? Why should I leave?” Frank protested. “I found hair in my food and you’re kicking me out? Is this how you treat your customers?”

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An angry older man | Source: Midjourney

“Sir, I’m asking you to leave because we believe you put the hair in the dish yourself,” the manager said calmly.

I can never forget the look on Frank’s face. Shocked, horrified, and caught off guard, he still tried to argue.

“How dare you accuse me of that!” he yelled at the manager. “I’ll have your job for this!”

By now, the whole restaurant was watching.

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People in a restaurant | Source: Pexels

“Sir,” the manager began, “one of our staff members recognized you from another restaurant where you pulled the same stunt. We take food safety seriously here and won’t tolerate attempts to defame our business. Please leave, or we will involve the authorities.”

At that point, people around us started whispering among themselves, and some of them were even laughing. Meanwhile, Ethan and I looked at each other, wishing we hadn’t agreed to this dinner.

But it didn’t end there.

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A man sitting with his wife in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

Frank was at a loss for words and knew he couldn’t do anything to prove the manager wrong. So, he stood up and picked up his coat, preparing to leave.

“And one more thing, sir,” the manager said. “We’re sharing your photo and details with several other high-end restaurants in the area. You’ll no longer be welcome at any of them.”

Frank’s face turned pale as he realized what the manager just said.

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An older man in a restaurant, looking shocked | Source: Midjourney

What bothered him more was that the entire restaurant heard him and many of them were laughing at him. At that point, he understood he could no longer pull his cheap stunts to claim free food.

Karma had defeated him.

Frank stormed out of the restaurant without saying another word, while Ethan and I sat there in silence. Once the shock wore off, I couldn’t help but laugh at what just happened.

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A woman laughing | Source: Midjourney

“I never thought I’d see the day!” I said, still laughing. “Frank finally got a taste of his own medicine, and it wasn’t free.”

Ethan chuckled, shaking his head. “Maybe he’ll finally realize that cheating his way through life always has a cost.”

That night, I finally understood how karma works. I couldn’t help but think that sometimes, karma is just waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And that moment might be right when you’re about to dig into an overpriced lobster.

Do you agree?

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A lobster served in a dish | Source: Pexels

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