“Its nearly two in the morning. You should get to bed. Santa won’t come if you’re awake.”
“I kind of want to see his eyes match Nick’s.” she felt foolish admitting it.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“You’re really waiting up to see Santa?”
“I mean, I don’t even know if he’ll come this house because there are no kids in it and Santa is all about the kids. However,” she gave a shrug, “I kind of want to see for myself.”
“I am going to bed,” Twila said with a smile. “I’ll see you in the morning, Grier.”
“Goodnight, Twila. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas.”
Grier wasn’t sure how long she sat staring out the window but eventually she dozed off. She was awakened by the sound of footsteps, and she looked over her shoulder to see the man standing near the chimney with a twinkle in his eye.
“Hi.” She
