This story starts on a remarkable Christmas Eve, many years ago. 

A little boy sat behind a decorated window, the Christmas lights sparkling warmly to light up the dark night. His eyes reflected the warm glow as he stared outside, searching for that one bright star. 

His lips produced soft popping sounds while he searched the sky, even pressing a tiny palm against the glass to find the star. When he finally found it, he smiled widely and immediately curshed his eyes shut, pressed his hands togehter, while a deep furrow appeared on his young, chubby face. 

"Please, please, please, pleaaase," he muttered, cheeks puffed up and squishy. "Please, let it snow, Santa, that's all I want—oh, and the teddybear in rabbit costume and lots of candy—but most of all, please make it snow. I've been very good this year, I promise!" He wished with all his might, hoping Santa Claus would hear him. He was starting to become rather desperate as he had sent the jolly fat man letters since November, but still hadn't gotten a reply. 

Some older neighborhood kids then overheard him talking to Seunghoon, his older brother, over how he so hoped that Santa Claus would grant him his wish this year. He didn't understand why they started laughing, but he remembered angrily crying at them when one of them dared to say that Santa wasn't real. 

"I know you're real. Don't worry. I know you're real, and you're going to grant my wish and make it snow. Please," he prayed. "I believe in you. Make it snow."

"Sehunnie, what are you doing? Come here, little one."

At the sound of the gentle voice, little Sehun jumped up, quickly running back to the window to look at the star for one final 'please' and a very quick 'thank you', and excitedly ran into his grandmother's arms. He chortled as she laughed as well, embracing him and lifting him up to sit on her lap. 

"Be careful, Sehun, you know halmi isn't feeling very well," his mother warned, but Sehun only snuggled up closer to his grandmother. He gave his mother a defiant smirk while his grandmother, his halmi, laughed. He did look up a bit worried when her laughter turned to raspy coughs and he placed a hand against her soft cheek. 

"Do you want me to get you some bubble tea, halmi? I know it always makes me feel better," he offered generously, even though he knew there was only one chocolate flavored bubble tea left in the fridge. She smiled and kissed him lovingly on the head. 

"No, thank you, sweetheart. I already feel much better with you close to me," she said, tickling his side to make him laugh. 

"Eomma, you shouldn't strain yourself too much," his mother said again, her voice filled with worry. Halmi waved her off, hugging Sehun tighter to her. 

His mother had been worried about halmi for some time now, but she wouldn't say why. Sehun then found when he overheard halmi talking about how the only thing she regretted was never being able to see the snow fall. That must've been making her very sad. But, no more. 

Sehun smiled proudly to himself as he started swinging his legs. He watched as Seunghoon got to open one gift from underneath the Christmas tree, which was their tradition. Halmi had explained that Santa would ask parents and grandparents to help him on Christmas Eve so all the toys will be delivered on time. He would visit tonight, though, Sehun had prepared milk and cookies for him, after all. 

"Don't worry about a thing, halmi," he whispered quietly to her. His grandmother blinked at the sudden statement, her eyes sparkling when she smiled. 

"You know I never worry, Sehunnie. Why are you telling me not to?" she asked.

He cupped his hands over her ear to make sure that no one else could hear him. "I've asked Santa to make it snow for you," he whispered gleefully. "That way you don't have to regret anything." He beamed. Halmi looked in surprise at him, and for a moment, Sehun was worried he did something wrong. Why were her eyes so watery?

His worries soon faded when she kissed him warmly on the cheek and held him tighter. "Oh my sweet, sweet Sehunnie. You make me so very happy," she told him and he laughed. 

"Halmi! I can't breathe," he giggled.

"It's Sehun's turn to open his gift now!" Seunghoon suddenly piped up, pointing at his little brother. It made Sehun all excited, his eyes sparkling as he looked at all the beautiful gifts underneath the tree. Which one should he pick?

"Ah, I know which one you should open, Sehunnie," his grandmother then said, pointing at a small present, wrapped in shiny red colors and a golden bow. 

The boy pondered about it, pursing his lips together thoughtfully. Then he shook his head. "Nah, I want that one!" he pointed at a much bigger gift.

His grandmother laughed. "Trust me on this," she then said, conspiringly. "Santa asked me personally to give you that one," she coaxed. And at the mention of the big man's name, his eyes widened, his focus solely fixed on the small present. 

"Okay, I want that one!" He pointed, his father smirking as he went to grab it for him. 

"Kamsa, appa!" he sang, attacking the present with grabby hands, though he made sure to carefully peel the golden bow off since he thought it looked pretty. The red giftwrapping paper was shred into a hundred pieces in three seconds flat. He blinked at seeing a box and he gently lifted the lid. 

A gasp of awe left his lips and he momentarily looked out the window, his heart filling with happiness and more excitement. The brown teddybear was smiling cutely at him, clothed in the softest pink bunny costume. Given, it may not have been a typical toy a boy would pick out, but when Sehun caught sight of it in the story for the first time, he had wanted it. 

The teddybear was soft, cute, and brought a smile to his face, it gave off something that made him feel safe and looked after. He wanted it to be his friend and he'd asked Santa to make it happen. The jolly fat man delivered!

"I knew he was real," he whispered before hugging the toy happily. "Eomma, appa, look! Santa got me what I wanted!" he chuckled and waved the toy in front of his brother's face. "See? Told you he was real, hyungie!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Seunghoon said, not impressed at all. 

Sehun turned around to his grandmother. "Look, halmi, I got the teddybear that I wanted!" he repeated, too energetic to keep his happiness contained. "I bet Santa will grant me my other wish as well!" he said, though she only smiled back. 

"What are you going to call it?" she asked, caressing the teddybear. 

Sehun froze a moment. He hadn't thought about that yet. 

"Hm," he mused, staring at the toy for a long time. "I want to call him... Pinku Pinku!" he announced proudly. 

"Pinku Pinku!" Halmi sang in amusement. "Nice to meet you, Pinku Pinku. You have to promise to take very good care of my grandson, now. Watch over him when he sleeps," she said to it and Sehun grinned. 

"He said that he promises to do so, halmi," he translated, since he knew how adults often couldn't understand it when toys spoke. Lucky for halmi, he spoke toy perfectly. He briefly allowed his attention to be stolen away from Pinku Pinku to catch his parents kissing underneath a golden mistletoe. 

"Ew," Seunghoon muttered, pulling a face, and Sehun automatically copied him, though he wasn't sure why his brother felt disgusted by it. Eomma gave the sweetest kisses, after all. 

"I want a bbo bbo, too, eomma!" he then prompted, the adults suddenly laughing. 

"You'll get one when you go to bed, sweetie. Besides, you don't want to kiss your eomma underneat the golden mistletoe," she mused, ruffling his hair tenderly. 

"I...I don't?" he questioned innocently. 

His father boomed a laugh, patting his head. "You'll want to save that special kiss underneath the golden mistletoe with your own sweetheart, Sehunnie. You can't have your eomma, because she's my sweetheart," he explained, giving his wife a backhug. 

"Ohhh," he mumbled, not sure he understood, but he didn't really care. He'd get a kiss from his mother before going to bed, that was the only thing he was concerned about. He hugged Pinku Pinku tighter, still happily swinging his legs while sitting on halmi's lap.

"Now, all we have to do is wait for the snow to fall, halmi," he told her with much determination. "I know it's going to fall soon. I can feel it. Santa will keep his promise." He nodded, smiling contently as his grandmother ran her fingers lovingly through his hair. 

"Sehunnie, you know that halmi loves you, yes?" she whispered in his ear. 

"Yes." He nodded obediently. "I love you, too, halmi," he answered sweetly, as she pecked his cheek. 

"Good. I'm happy," she said, holding him just a bit tighter again. "My sweet Sehunnie," she mused. 

Sehun still felt proud of himself for making that wish. Santa was going to make the snow fall and make his halmi feel better again. He went to bed that night, confident that he'd wake up on Christmas morning to see the entire island covered in snow, just like he asked. But, the snow didn't fall that night. And it didn't fall the next day either. A week passed and the snow still hadn't shown up, while halmi became gradually ill, feeling worse instead of better.

Sehun's heart was crushed when they buried halmi on a bright, sunny day, two and a half weeks after Christmas. 

Santa never received his letters. Santa wasn't the one who gave him Pinku Pinku, halmi had. Santa didn't make it snow for her, because he wasn't real. Needless to say, he stopped believing in Santa, he stopped wishing on stars, there was no one there to listen to him anyway. 

Except...that wasn't entirely true...