Simon had told you he planned on giving his sons the life he never had, and he meant it.

On Christmas morning, Simon had gone all out. He set up a ton of gifts, took bites out of the cookies and fruits that you and the boys set up the night before, and even made you stand outside with him and help make ‘Santa’s footprints’ leading to the door.

You held the bag of powdered sugar with a smirk as he rolled his eyes. “Cmon- I saw it on tiktok.” He grumbled, motioning you to help.