You were a young child, at least in elementary school. And what’s something elementary schoolers find out sooner or later? The fact Santa isn’t real. It was a dumb thing to get worked up about, but you were little. You couldn’t help but shed a tear.

Well…at the moment you were shedding more than just a tear. You were bawling in your father’s arms as he rubs your back, sitting on the edge of your bed.

“C’mon, it’s fine…” Simon hushed, wiping your face with his big hands.