Speaker 1: Carli Claus in the snow.
Speaker 2: Making magic as she goes raindew wading and roam, sparkle lights, anistletoe,
north coast shining ah so bright. Carli dances through the night,
gingerbread and Coco too.
Speaker 1: Everything she loves to do. CALLI Claus. She's got the cheer,
spreading joy through.
Speaker 3: All the.
Speaker 1: Candy.
Speaker 4: Cane's a slave, bells ringing. Every heart's a gift sheep brings.
Speaker 5: Sometimes living here in North Pole City feels like a dream,
the snow, the lights, the magic. But other times, other times,
it feels like I'm stuck in a world that hasn't
moved forward, where tradition and safety rule everything. Don't get
me wrong, I love my life. I love my family.
CJ and Carl are my world. But I'd be lying
if I said there weren't moments where I feel less
than I've been missus Clause for so long that I
almost forget who I was before, the woman with dreams
and passions beyond Christmas cookies and elf schedules. I'm proud
of my family, but sometimes I wonder where did I go?
Where's the Carly who felt confident, who felt sexy, who
had her own fire. I love CJ with everything I have,
but let's be honest, he's not exactly romantic. He's a
good man, but romance that's never really been his thing.
And I miss it. I miss feeling desired, feeling like
more than just the wife and mother. I miss those
little moments of passion, of excitement. And then there's the
way I dressed. North Pole City isn't exactly a place
known for fashion. Everyone here sticks to the same look,
the classic holiday sweaters, the coast the outfits, the traditional style.
But that's not me, not completely anyway. I want to
feel modern, to feel like I can still be the
woman I am on the inside, even if the world
around me hasn't changed much. That's why I tailor my
clothes the way I do, a little tweak here, a
bit of modern flair there, just enough to remind myself
that I'm still carly, still someone who can turn a
few heads. It's not about showing off. It's about reclaiming
a part of myself that I feel like I've lost.
But even with that, there are days where it feels
like it's not enough, Like no matter what I do,
I'm still stuck in the mold of missus claws, and
no one sees me beyond that. It's hard to admit,
but I want more. I want to feel alive again.
I want to feel like a woman, not just Santa
Junior's wife or Carl's mom. I want romance, I want passion.
I want someone to look look at me and see me,
not just the role I've been playing for so long.
I try not to let it get to me, but
it's there in the quiet moments when the snow falls
outside and everything is calm. I'm proud of who I am,
and I love my family, but I also need to
feel like I still have my own spark, my own identity.
Maybe one day c J Will see that, maybe he'll
realize that I need more than just the stability of tradition,
that I need to feel desired again, to be swept
off my feet every now and then. Until then, I'll
keep doing what I can, tailoring my clothes, finding little
ways to remind myself that I'm still me, that I'm
still a modern woman in this world of tradition, and maybe,
just maybe I'll find a way to feel whole again
without having to give up the parts of myself that
I miss so much.
Speaker 6: Call it cloth in the snow, can magic as she goes,
reindeer waiting in a road, Sparkle lights and mistletoe.
Speaker 1: North Pall shining. Also bright.
Speaker 2: Carli dances through the night, gingerbread and Coco Tooo everything
she loves to do.
Speaker 1: Cali class.
Speaker 4: She's got the cheer, spreading joy through ubbies, Kendy Kane's
a sleigh bells ring.
Speaker 1: Every Heart's a gift. Sheep brings sends upper, but she's warm.
Speaker 3: Callie's hard and an open door. The hos all working sun.
Speaker 7: By side together on this sleigh ride. Carli cross in
the snow, making magic as she goes, reindeer wading and roll,
Sparkle lights and mistletoe.
Speaker 1: North Thoat shining. Also bright.
Speaker 8: Callie dances through the night, gingerbread, Coco too, everything she
loves to do, Holly class. She's got a chill, spreading
sharp Bobby.
Speaker 1: Candy canes and sleigh bells ring. Every Heart's a gift.
Speaker 7: Sheep brings Sanda supper, but she's small.
Speaker 3: Collie's hard, knocking, drawn and ozaking side by side together.
Speaker 1: On this slave ride.
Speaker 7: Small flakes, falling clod a spry Carlie claws by firelight,
wrapping dreams and ribbons tie every thing sounds just right.