Lora is still mourning her husband, and his favorite holiday, Christmas, only reminds her of him. Lora still doesn’t know how to tell her daughter, Kira, that her father won’t return for Christmas. But just as she finds the courage to tell the truth, Santa appears to save Christmas.
Lora strolled through the bustling mall, the festive chaos around her contrasting sharply with the somber weight in her heart. Shoppers chatted and laughed, their carts brimming with holiday treasures.
Twinkling lights lined every window display, reflecting off glossy ornaments and casting a warm glow.
Familiar Christmas carols played over the loudspeakers, their cheerful tunes feeling almost intrusive to her melancholy.
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Sandra walked beside her, holding up decorations and chatting animatedly.
“Oh, Lora, look at this one!” she said, picking up a delicate glass ornament shaped like a snowflake. It caught the light, shimmering like it was dusted with frost.
Lora managed a faint smile and nodded. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured, but her gaze drifted to a shelf of Santa figurines nearby.
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Each one wore the same jolly expression, and their red suits and fluffy white beards were a painful reminder of John. A wave of sadness rolled over her, and she looked away, pretending to study something else.
Sandra noticed the shift in her friend’s demeanor. She put the ornament back on the shelf and touched Lora’s arm gently.
“You’ve been quiet all afternoon. Are you okay?”
Lora sighed, her shoulders slumping.
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“It’s just… this time of year was always so special for John. He loved Christmas, Sandra. Every year, he dressed up as Santa for Kira.
She’d be so excited to see him, running down the stairs to catch him by the tree. He made it magical for her. But this year…”
Her voice cracked, and she paused to steady herself.
“This year, he’s not here. Kira keeps asking when Father will come, and I don’t have the heart to tell her.”
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Sandra gave Lora’s arm a reassuring squeeze. “You haven’t told her yet?”
“No.” Lora shook her head, her voice trembling.
“She’s only six, Sandra. I told her John is working far away. I know it’s wrong, but I just… I can’t ruin her childhood. Not this year.”
Sandra frowned thoughtfully, her expression a mix of understanding and concern.
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“I get it, Lora. I really do. But you know she’ll have to find out someday. You can’t shield her from the truth forever.”
“I know,” Lora whispered, her eyes welling up with tears she fought to keep back.
“But not this Christmas. I just want her to be happy. Even if it’s only for a little while.”
Sandra wrapped an arm around Lora’s shoulders, pulling her into a gentle hug.
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“You’re stronger than you think, you know. And you’re not alone in this. We’re here for you.”
Lora nodded, her lips curving into a small, grateful smile.
“Thanks, Sandra. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
For a moment, the weight on her chest felt a little lighter, but the ache for John lingered, sharper than ever against the backdrop of Christmas cheer.
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Back at home, the cozy scent of pine needles filled the living room, mingling with the faint aroma of cookies baking in the oven.
Lora and Kira worked side by side, carefully unpacking the box of Christmas decorations that had been stored away since last year.
The tree, freshly chosen and standing tall in the corner, seemed to glow in the warm light of the room.
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“Mommy, look at this one!” Kira squealed, holding up a small, painted ornament shaped like a snowman. “It’s my favorite!”
Lora chuckled softly, taking the ornament and handing Kira a hook.
“You pick the perfect spot for it,” she said, watching as her daughter stretched onto her tiptoes to reach a branch.
Kira giggled as the ornament dangled crookedly on the lower part of the tree.
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She darted back to the box, grabbing handfuls of shiny ornaments and thrusting them toward Lora.
“Hurry, Mommy! We have to make it beautiful for Santa!”
Lora felt her heartache at Kira’s innocent excitement. She smiled and knelt by her daughter, helping her sort through the decorations.
“It’s already beautiful, sweetie. But you’re right. Santa deserves our best effort.”
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Kira twirled around, humming Christmas carols and bossing her mother around like a tiny foreman.
“Mommy, put the red one there! No, higher! And the shiny one next to it!”
Finally, Kira pulled out the glittery gold star from the bottom of the box. She held it up triumphantly.
“Now, Mommy, the star! Put it on top!”
Lora took the star and climbed a step stool to place it on the highest branch. When she stepped down, she turned to Kira.
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“What do you think? Is it perfect?”
Kira stepped back, her hands on her hips as she studied the tree.
Her eyes sparkled as she declared, “It’s almost perfect! But Santa will make it better when he comes!”
Lora froze, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. The warmth she felt moments ago was replaced by a sharp pang of sadness.
“Sweetheart, about Santa…” she began hesitantly.
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“I can’t wait to see him!” Kira interrupted, her excitement bubbling over.
“He always eats the cookies I make, and I always catch him by the stairs! He’ll come, right, Mommy?”
Lora bit her lip, her smile faltering. She knelt down and brushed a stray curl from Kira’s forehead.
“We’ll see, honey,” she said softly, her voice trembling.
“Now, let’s add the candy canes.”
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How could she explain that John — her husband, Kira’s Santa — wouldn’t be coming this year?
Lora sighed and stood, forcing a smile as she joined Kira by the tree. For now, she decided, she would hold onto this moment of happiness, even if it was bittersweet.
Christmas Eve arrived with a quiet magic filling the house. The string lights cast a soft, golden glow across the living room, reflecting off the ornaments on the Christmas tree.
The air was sweet with the scent of freshly baked cookies, which Kira carefully arranged on a festive plate.
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She set it on the hearth, next to a glass of milk, her face glowing with anticipation.
“Now we wait,” Kira whispered, her excitement bubbling over as she grabbed her favorite blanket and snuck behind the staircase. It was her favorite spot for spying on Santa.
Lora stood back, watching her daughter with a mixture of love and guilt. Kira’s absolute belief that Santa would come made the lump in Lora’s throat harder to swallow.
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How could she break her daughter’s heart by telling her the truth? She smoothed her hands on her sweater and walked over, kneeling next to Kira.
“Kira, sweetheart,” Lora began softly, her voice careful. “Maybe Santa will come later. Why don’t you go to bed and let him surprise you in the morning?”
“No, Mommy!” Kira protested, her little face scrunching with determination. “I always see him when he comes. He has to come.”
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Lora felt her resolve falter, tears stinging her eyes. There was no avoiding it now. She gently took Kira’s hand in hers, her own trembling slightly.
“Kira,” she began again, her voice heavy with emotion, “there’s something I need to tell you about Santa and Daddy…”
But before the words could leave her mouth, the faint sound of footsteps filled the room. Lora froze, her breath hitching.
There, a figure in a red suit knelt down, reaching for a cookie.
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“Santa!” Kira squealed, leaping from her hiding spot and flinging herself into his arms. “You came!”
The man in the Santa suit chuckled heartily, his belly shaking. “Oh, you caught me again, little one! Ho ho ho!” he said, his voice rich and warm.
Lora stared, her heart pounding as Sandra appeared in the doorway wearing an elf costume, her face lit with a mischievous grin.
Lora’s breath caught as the realization dawned. This was Rick, her brother, Sandra’s husband, playing Santa.
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Kira’s laughter rang through the living room, filling the space with a joy Lora hadn’t heard in what felt like forever.
Kira tugged on Santa’s red sleeve, her excitement bubbling over.
“Did you like the cookies? I helped Mommy bake them!” she said proudly.
Santa, Rick in disguise, chuckled warmly and nodded.
“They’re the best cookies I’ve had all year! You must be quite the baker, little one,” he said, his deep voice perfectly mimicking the jolly character.
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“And have you been a good girl this year?”
“Oh, yes! The best!” Kira exclaimed, nodding vigorously. She bounced on her toes, her wide eyes filled with wonder.
“Santa, did you see our tree? Isn’t it the prettiest?”
“It’s the most beautiful tree I’ve ever seen,” Santa replied, leaning down with a twinkle in his eye.
Lora stood a few feet away, frozen in place. Her heart swelled with gratitude and emotion as she watched the scene unfold.
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Tears threatened to spill over as Sandra walked over to her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“Don’t worry,” Sandra whispered, her voice soft but reassuring. “It’s Rick. We figured Kira didn’t need the truth this year — not yet.”
Lora turned to her friend, her vision blurry with tears. “Thank you,” she managed to say, her voice breaking.
“Thank you for this.”
Sandra gave her a comforting squeeze.
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“Lora, you’re not alone. John may be gone, but we’re still here. You have us. We’ll always be here for you, especially when you need us the most.”
At that moment, Kira ran back to her mother, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Mommy! Santa said my tree is the best one he’s seen!”
Lora knelt, pulling her daughter into a tight hug.
She kissed Kira’s forehead. “It is,” she whispered.
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“And you’re the best little girl Santa could ever visit.”
As the evening wore on, Sandra and Rick stayed to share hot cocoa and stories by the tree. For the first time in months, Lora felt a glimmer of peace.
The ache of John’s absence lingered, but the love surrounding her dulled the edges of her pain.
She realized Sandra was right. There would come a day when Kira needed to know the truth, but tonight wasn’t that day. Tonight, the magic of Christmas remained intact.
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When Sandra and Rick finally left, Lora hugged her friend tightly. “I’ll never forget this,” she said softly.
“Thank you for reminding me I’m not alone.”
Sandra smiled warmly. “That’s what family is for.”
Later, as Lora tucked Kira into bed, she held her daughter’s hand a little longer, watching her drift into a peaceful sleep.
The pain of loss was still there, but so was love — enduring and abundant. Christmas, she thought, was about moments like this.
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Joyce DeWitt Finally Admits the Truth We All Suspected – You Won’t Believe What She Said
It’s been years since *Three’s Company* was on TV, but the laughs it brought us are still fresh in our minds.
With its memorable characters and hilarious mix-ups, this classic show changed the world of sitcoms forever. Now, Joyce DeWitt shares what truly made *Three’s Company* a show we’ll never forget…
From the funny adventures of three single roommates to the unforgettable acting of John Ritter and Suzanne Somers, *Three’s Company* is still a favorite on American TV. It’s hard to believe that 40 years have passed since the final episode aired on ABC, yet the show’s charm and humor continue to entertain us.
To show just how long it’s been, I recently watched the intro. The scenes at Santa Monica Pier remind me of how much has changed since the show was filmed.
Sadly, both John Ritter and Suzanne Somers have passed away, leaving us far too soon. But Joyce DeWitt, now 75, keeps the spirit of *Three’s Company* alive by sharing her stories and memories of the beloved show.
“The most dear, precious, tender – and utterly unexpected – experiences that have come from working in *Three’s Company* are the many, many adults who have told me that *Three’s Company* was a safe haven they could count on during their teen years – for some, the only safe haven,” Joyce DeWitt told *US Weekly*.
Playing Janet Wood alongside John Ritter and Suzanne Somers, Joyce DeWitt became a TV star and brought joy to millions of viewers.
She appeared in 171 episodes of *Three’s Company* from 1976 to 1984.
“It was such a gift. I mean, it was iconic. But who would have thought it?” Joyce DeWitt told *The Spec*. “All we wanted to do was make people laugh. When I think about it, the show was really like a modern version of a 16th-century comedy. It was all about crazy fun. We talked about serious issues sometimes, but that was always in the background.”
“John Ritter used to say, ‘We don’t want people to just laugh but to fall over their couch laughing,’” she added. “But in the end, it was about the deep friendship and love the characters had for each other. That’s what made people love them.”
After *Three’s Company* ended, Joyce DeWitt took a break from the spotlight for over ten years before returning to acting.
No matter what she has done or plans to do in the future, most people will always remember her for that iconic show. And according to DeWitt, there’s a simple reason for this.
“It was a ‘time out’ from the tough, stressful situations young people were dealing with in their lives,” DeWitt explains, adding:
“And, of course, they say the characters did silly, crazy things that made them laugh. But it was the love, trust, and support between the characters that made fans stay with the show for life.”
In unedited photos from the *Three’s Company* set, the close bond between the cast is clear, especially in the pictures of Joyce DeWitt and Suzanne Somers, who played the much-loved Chrissy Snow.
Both actresses gave memorable performances, portraying young women making their way in a male-dominated world. Their contributions were just as important to the show’s success as John Ritter’s, and in those early days, their smiles in the photos show a sense of friendship and teamwork.
But beneath the laughter, tensions were brewing. While Somers was praised for her role as “the dumbest blonde in America,” her push for equal pay led to growing conflicts. She demanded a 500% salary increase, from $30,000 to $150,000, which put a strain on her relationship with DeWitt. What was once a joyful set became a place of tension and disagreements.
Suzanne Somers always saw *Three’s Company* as a serious business and took her role as an actor very seriously, but she knew this approach bothered her co-stars.
Eventually, Somers was fired but still had to finish the fifth season under strange conditions. She was kept apart from the cast, filming her scenes through odd phone calls while escorted by security. The tension grew, leading to a painful break between Somers and Joyce DeWitt.
For over 30 years, they didn’t speak, a long silence that felt difficult to understand when you looked back at their early friendship on the show.
“They painted me as if I was trying to ruin the show,” Suzanne Somers said in 2020. “So, I never talked to anyone on that show ever again. Ever again.”
Some people thought that Joyce DeWitt’s rivalry played a role in Somers’ departure, but it was really the salary negotiations that caused the rift between them.
Their different situations made things more complicated — Somers was a single mother who needed financial security, while DeWitt was more focused on her acting. This added to the strain on their relationship.
“We had very different approaches to our careers,” Joyce DeWitt said about her relationship with Suzanne Somers after the show. “We had very different needs. I didn’t have a child to support on my own. I didn’t have a business mindset, so I didn’t understand someone who did.”
But in a wonderful turn of events, the two finally reunited in February 2012 on Somers’ talk show, *Breaking Through*. It was clear they had made peace.
The former co-stars shared a heartfelt hug, and their open conversation about the past showed signs of healing.
DeWitt expressed her deep admiration for Somers, saying, “You went up against ruthlessness, and it came down, but what you’ve gone on to do is immeasurable.” This touching moment highlighted the strength of their journey and the power of forgiveness. The two actresses remained friends until Somers’s sad passing in 2023.
In an interview with *US Weekly*, Joyce DeWitt spoke warmly about her late co-stars, honoring the lasting impact they made. Reflecting on Suzanne Somers, who passed away from breast cancer, DeWitt described her as “absolutely wonderful.”
She also paid tribute to John Ritter, who died in 2003 during heart surgery, calling him “a true gift.”
Looking back at the photos from *Three’s Company*, we are reminded of a different, happier time—one filled with laughter, friendship, and unforgettable memories. These images not only capture the joy the cast brought to TV screens but also highlight the lasting legacy they have left behind.
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