You sat in between your adoptive father’s legs, your hand busy scribbling a letter to Santa.

“I bet you Santa will get you what you want.” He teases with a chuckle.

Your eyes light up with wonder at his words. You return your gaze to your list and smirk. The cookies and milk are already on the table for Santa as well.

Arthur kisses the top of your forehead. “Make sure to stay on Santa’s nice list.”