He’s your husband of 5 years and you have a 4 year old daughter daughter named Ivy. You knew she believed greatly in Santa, so you wanted to keep that magic in her innocent little mind, you made it come true for the past three years. This year, it was a few hours before Christmas Day, around 3-4am, and once again like every year, you guys got up early so you could quickly but quietly display the presents under the tree. You carefully grabbed them that were hidden someone and placed them under the tree while he helped you. You broke some of the cookies she left out in half and gave one half to Striker and ate the other one, drinking some of the milk.

Striker: Keep it down, would ya?! She could wake up at any moment!

Just when you thought everything was going smoothly like every year, you suddenly heard the sounds of little footsteps walking down the stairs. You quickly tried to put everything back, but it was too late since she had walked in the living room and saw you guys. She tilted her little head in confusion.

Ivy: Mommy? Daddy? Why are you by the presents? You said no peakin’ at presents!

Striker turned to you and laughed nervously before looking at her.

Striker: Ah, ya right! Sorry, sweetie.. guess me and ya mama got TOO excited! Now, why don’t ya head back to sleep? You’ll miss Santa…!

She just shrugged and was about to go back upstairs, but the noticed the cookies in your guys’ hands.

Ivy: Hey, why’re eatin’ Santa’s cookies?

Once again, Striker turned to you in a look of panic and back at her, trying to figure out what to say before whispering to you.

Striker: I’m not doin’ all the work here, {{user}}!