Two years after my mother vanished without a trace, I unwrapped a Secret Santa gift and froze. Inside was her necklace—a piece she’d never part with. I needed to find out who my Secret Santa was and where he had found that treasure.
The office was alive with holiday cheer. Strings of twinkling lights draped across cubicles, and a faint scent of cinnamon lingered in the air. Around me, colleagues laughed and exchanged Secret Santa gifts. I tried to smile but couldn’t shake the emptiness that had settled in my chest.
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For two years, the holidays had been hollow. My mother had vanished without a trace, walking out the door one cold morning and never returning. No note, no goodbye.
The police called it a voluntary disappearance. I called it impossible. Mom would never leave me willingly, not without a reason.
“Your turn, Sophie!” Jenna’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
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She stood beside me, clutching her mug of hot chocolate, her cheeks pink from excitement or maybe a marshmallow overdose.
I stepped forward. The attention made my skin prickle, but I reached for the small, gold-wrapped box on the table. My fingers worked quickly, untying the ribbon and peeling back the paper.
I wasn’t expecting much. Maybe a candle or a coffee mug with a cheesy slogan. But the moment I opened the box, the world seemed to tilt.
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Inside lay a necklace. HER necklace.
The delicate silver chain glinted under the office lights, and the aquamarine pendant shimmered like a tiny ocean. My breath caught as I turned it over.
There it was. “AMELIA,” etched into the back. My hands trembled.
“Sophie? You okay?” Jenna whispered to me.
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“I’m fine. It’s just… this necklace. It belonged to my mom.”
“Oh, wow! That’s a coincidence,” she said, leaning in for a better look. “It’s gorgeous.”
Coincidence? No. It can’t be. How did this end up here? Who had given it to me?
For the first time in two years, I had a tiny, fragile thread to follow. And I wasn’t letting it go.
***
The next morning, I walked into the office with the necklace tucked safely in my pocket. My mind buzzed with questions, but one stood out: “Who was my Secret Santa?”
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By mid-morning, I couldn’t hold back any longer. As a group of colleagues gathered around the coffee machine, I approached cautiously.
“Hey, does anyone know who might’ve been my Secret Santa?”
Jenna, always the cheerful one, piped up first. “Secret Santa is supposed to be anonymous, Sophie. That’s the fun of it!”
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“I know, but…” I hesitated, pulling the necklace out of my pocket and letting it dangle from my fingers. “This is my mother’s necklace. She’s been missing for two years, and… well, it’s the first clue I’ve had.”
The room fell silent. Even Jenna didn’t seem to know what to say. Then, from across the room, Margaret’s voice rang out, sharp as ever.
“Who else could it be?” She rolled her eyes, walking toward us. “Thomas, obviously. He’s the only one around here who’d buy something from a flea market and call it a gift.”
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I blinked, surprised by her bluntness. Margaret had been after Thomas for months, dropping not-so-subtle hints and invitations to dinner until, finally, he gave in and agreed to go out with her. So, she guarded him like a hawk, as if every interaction he had was a potential threat to their fragile new relationship.
“Thomas?” I turned to look at him, standing awkwardly behind Margaret.
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“Uh, yeah,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “I just thought it was pretty and…”
Margaret smirked. “Exactly. Typical Thomas.”
I ignored her tone, focusing instead on him. “Where did you get it? Do you remember the seller?”
“Yeah, it was a stall at the flea market downtown. I can show you where. If you want.”
“No, you can’t,” Margaret interjected, placing a hand on his arm. “You have work to finish, Thomas. Remember the reports? Or do you want to stay late again?”
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Her voice dripped with jealousy. The tension between them made me squirm.
“It’s fine,” I said quickly, not wanting to cause a scene. “I’ll check it out myself. Thanks anyway, Thomas.”
Frustration bubbled inside me as I left the office. Margaret’s possessiveness was maddening, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it. I headed straight to the flea market, determined to find the seller.
***
The market was overwhelming, with its endless stalls and the chatter of bargaining voices. It took over an hour, but I finally found the vendor. When I showed him the necklace, his face lit up in recognition.
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“I remember this piece,” he said, his voice tinged with nostalgia. “That aquamarine is rare. It cost a fortune! I bought it from a woman outside a small shop in another town. She seemed… troubled.”
My heart raced. “Do you remember the shop?”
He scribbled down an address on a scrap of paper and handed it to me. “Here you go, miss.”
I glanced at the paper and frowned. “Wait… this is in another state?”
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The man nodded. “Oh, yes. It’s a small shop just over the border. Quite the journey.”
I sighed. “Great. Just my luck.”
Armed with the address, I tried booking a train and found out they were all full. As I stood there, weighing my options, a familiar voice called out behind me.
“Need a ride?”
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I turned to see Thomas, slightly out of breath but smiling. “Margaret wasn’t thrilled, but I couldn’t let you do this alone.”
“Thomas! I need to get to another state by evening. But it’s Christmas Eve. Margaret is already…”
He cut me off with a shrug and a grin. “Margaret will get over it. Besides, this seems more important.”
For a brief moment, we were driving in silence. The thought of finding my mother kept my nerves buzzing like static. In a few hours, we pulled into a dimly lit station.
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Thomas jumped out to pay while I stretched, feeling the chill of the evening air. A few minutes later, he returned, his face pale.
“I’ve got bad news,” he muttered, holding his card up. “It’s declined. Again.”
I stared at him. “You’re kidding.”
“It’s Margaret’s doing. She froze my account. I’d bet my last dollar on it.”
I groaned, pulling out my wallet. “I’ve got fifty bucks, but that’s not enough to fill the tank and get us there.”
For a moment, we stood in silence.
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“Need a hand?” a deep voice called out.
We turned to see a truck driver stepping out of his rig. He was a burly man with kind eyes and a worn Santa hat perched on his head.
“We’re trying to get to the next town,” I explained. “We’re almost out of gas, and… well, we’re stuck.”
He scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Tell you what. I’m heading that way myself. Got room in the cab if you don’t mind hitching a ride.”
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Thomas and I exchanged a quick glance. “We’d really appreciate it.”
“Hop in,” he said with a nod, gesturing toward the passenger door.
The ride was bumpy but surprisingly comfortable. The truck driver, who introduced himself as Joe, chatted with us about Christmas, his family, and the long hours he’d been pulling on the road. His kindness was a balm to my frayed nerves. When we arrived at the town, the shop’s door was locked, and a sign on the window read:
“Sorry, We’re Closed.”
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“Now what?” I whispered, the weight of the journey threatening to crush me.
Before Thomas could respond, the hum of a taxi interrupted us. The car stopped abruptly and out stepped Margaret, her cheeks flushed with anger.
“You’ve got some nerve,” she snapped, marching toward Thomas. “Tracking you wasn’t easy, you know. And all for her?” She pointed at me with disdain.
“Margaret, it’s not what you think,” Thomas began, but she was already on a roll.
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“The necklace, Thomas! What kind of ‘colleague’ gift is that? Did you think I wouldn’t figure it out?”
“It’s my mother’s,” I interrupted, showing her the name on it. “See? Amelia. I’m here because of her.”
Margaret looked skeptical, but before she could respond, Joe cleared his throat. “Excuse me, but that necklace… It saved someone’s life once.”
We all turned to him in surprise. Joe nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful.
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“A woman sacrificed it once. She said it was her most valuable possession, but she didn’t hesitate to part with it. It’s a long story. I can take you to her.”
My breath caught. “You know her?”
“I think so,” he said. “If she’s who I think she is, she’ll be at the shelter. She’s always there, especially on the holidays.”
Shelter… Does that mean she’s ended up homeless?
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My heart twisted at the thought, but I nodded. “Let’s go.”
***
Despite the biting cold outside, the shelter glowed with warmth. Golden lights twinkled in the frosted windows, and inside, the hum of chatter and laughter mixed with the scent of spiced cider and fresh-baked cookies. My heart pounded as we stepped through the doors. The weight of hope and fear pressed down on me.
Is she here? Can this really be it?
We were greeted by a kind woman bustling about, her apron dusted with flour. She paused when she saw the necklace in my hand and gasped softly.
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“That’s a beautiful piece,” she said, her voice tinged with recognition. “I know it well. It saved me, you know.”
My throat tightened. “It was my mother’s. Do you know where it came from?”
“Come with me.”
The woman introduced herself as Alice, the owner of that small shop in town we’d already been to. She explained how, two years ago, she’d been on the brink of losing everything—the shop and the shelter.
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Then, a woman had appeared, disoriented but determined. She’d insisted on selling the necklace, refusing to take no for an answer. That woman was Amelia. My mother, Amelia.
Tears stung my eyes as Alice continued. “She’s been with me ever since, helping me run the shelter and shop. She’s remarkable, even though… she struggles with her memory. But she’s here tonight. I never leave her alone on the holidays.”
The room seemed to blur as I waited. And then I saw her.
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My mother stepped into the room. Her frame was thinner, her hair streaked with gray, but her eyes—those familiar, loving eyes—met mine. For a moment, she paused, and then tears filled her gaze.
“Mom,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I ran to her. She held me tightly, and the world around us faded.
We spent the evening in the warm embrace of the shelter’s community. Even Margaret, moved by Alice’s story, softened, donating generously and offering heartfelt apologies.
That night, I realized Christmas wasn’t just about presents or tradition. It was about love, hope, and second chances. Miracles, I thought, happen in the most unexpected ways.
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Jacqueline Bisset, 78, continues to wow audiences with her natural beauty
Jacqueline Bisset is magnificent – in so many ways.
In a career spanning 58 years and a portfolio that includes about 50 films, the 78-year-old actress shows no signs of slowing down.
Jacqueline Bisset has been one of my role models since I was a very little girl, my parents just loved her. To me, she really is one of the few actresses that represent the glamour that Hollywood once had.
I admire her aging naturally and always thought she had a very natural beauty and sex appeal. She never wore tons of makeup.
Throughout her storied career, the brown-haired beauty, known for her high cheekbones and striking green eyes, has demonstrated her versatility by playing a range of characters including the sultry seductress Miss Goodthighs in the spy parody Casino Royale (1967), a devoted mother in Sleepy Time Gal (2001), First Lady Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis in America’s Prince: The John F. Kennedy Jr. Story (2003) and Anna Karenina (1985) in the sweeping love story of the same name, where she starred opposite Christopher Reeves.
Bisset made her first on-screen appearance in Roman Polanski’s Cul-de-Sac (1966) and gained notoriety in 1968 when she starred in back-to-back films in one single year: Detective with crooner Frank Sinatra, Bullitt with Steven McQueen, and her Golden Globe-nominated performance in The Sweet Ride with Tony Franciosa and Bob Denver, who’s famously known as Gilligan on Gilligan’s Island.
You’ll also recognize her from her performances in Day for Night (1973), Murder on the Orient Express (1974), The Deep (1977), Wild Orchid (1990), her Golden Globe and Emmy-nominated role in Joan of Arc (1999), her Golden Globe-winning role in the miniseries Dancing on the Edge (2013), Miss You Already (2015) and Birds of Paradise (2021).
In 2010, the multilingual actor–she speaks English, French and Italian–was awarded the Legion of Honor, the highest state order in France, and in 2023, Sedona International Film Festival recognized Bisset with a Lifetime Achievement Award.
Despite filming with some of Hollywood’s hottest men, Bisset has never been married. The stunning woman was pursued by Frank Sinatra, and rumors swirled that she was involved with Bullitt co-star, Hollywood bad boy, Steve McQueen. But Bisset, a proper English lady, said they were too different.
Referring to McQueen, she said in an interview with the Daily Mail, “He was attractive, but a little scary. I was very English and he was a hip American. The way he talked would have driven me mad–I didn’t know what a dude or a soul chick was!”
She’s had long-term relationships with Canadian actor Michael Sarrazin, the ballet dancer Alexander Godunov and actor Vincent Pérez, but she admits she’s too independent for anything permanent.
In an interview with the Independent, Bisset said, “I’ve had some very interesting men in my life. They have been a handful. I don’t choose easy men, I’m told.” She continued, “Sometimes you get too much information when you spend time with people. You start to see things–bad habits. You start to discover them and then you have to marry bad habits and I’m not sure I can cope with them. I don’t ever have bad relationships. I haven’t broken up angry. I’ve just moved out of situations that have been overwhelming.”
Though Bisset–Godmother to Angelina Jolie–hasn’t made headlines for having outrageous relationships, she was trending after she won the Golden Globe for her portrayal as Lady Cremone in the BBC series Dancing on the Edge.
Her acceptance speech, with the background music playing to signal her off the stage, was mostly filled with ramblings but demonstrated genuine gratitude from the then 69-year-old, who had been waiting 47 years to win, since her first nomination for best newcomer.
Since then, she starred as a sassy femme fatale in the French thriller The Lodger (2020), and most recently, she appeared in the film Loren & Rose (2022). Bisset plays the lead character Rose, a legendary actor trying to re-establish her career, who’s bound by a reputation that casts her as being a “little zany and a bit unreliable.”
According to the film’s director Russell Brown, the character of Rose is the opposite of Bisset in real life. Brown said, “Viewers often assume that Jacqueline is ‘like she is in the movie.’ But this really isn’t the case–as an actress and a woman, I think she is quite different from Rose, and it’s a testament to her skill that the transformation feels so seamless.”
Bisset is a timeless beauty who embraces aging with grace. In her infamous Golden Globes speech, she said: ‘I believe, if you want to look good, you’ve got to forgive everybody. It’s the best beauty treatment.’
She’s also said that though in her youth she had “lots of complexes” she was never tempted by plastic surgery. “I don’t think it makes you look younger. It makes you different,” said Bisset.
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