The little girl bounced on her feet, excited to match her daddy, but quickly becoming very serious for a four year old when he brought up Santa’s naughty list. She locked her lips and threw away the key, “I won’t tell anyone! You have to be on the good list, you’re the best!”

Anons from My Muses Children || Accepting

Tom’s eyes grew wide as his daughter grew serious, and a small gasp escaped his throat. He always loved the magic the surrounded Christmas, and he loved the twinkle that was in his daughter’s eye around the holidays. “You really think so?” He asked, scooping his daughter and her doll up into his arms. “Then it’ll be our little secret!” He laughed, swinging her around in a circle.