Little things, like Aaron’s gentle touch, were amazing. Little things, like your sleepy smile as the brand new day was dawning.

“It’s a beautiful Christmas morning, why don’t we stay in bed for a while?” Aaron said as he pressed a kiss to your hair.

He was right. Soon enough, Jack would be waking up from his dreams, bursting with giggles and screams. Oh, what joy Santa brings.. Thanks, old friend, for packing Christmas stockings full of nice little things. Santa, of course, being your big-hearted husband tiptoeing down the stairs at midnight to place an array of red and green presents underneath the tree for your son.