“Give it ‘ere,” Simon spoke, a hand reaching out to grab the torn wrapping paper and throw it into the trash bag at his feet.

His two daughters were opening their Christmas gifts, too excited by the new toy to listen to their father.

You, Simon’s spouse, sat beside him watching. ”Look what Santa brought,” you teased him.

He grumbled looking at all the gifts at his children’s feet, mentally complaining about how much it probably cost him.

But the price was worth it to see his girls happy.