Page 179 of Daddy's Naughty List

I loved my Santa lots and lots.

“Yes, Santa.” Kissing his cheek as I flopped down on him, I snuggled him tight so he’d think happy thoughts about his cute helper. “But after we play with my toys?”

He snickered. “Do you have toys? I don’t know about that.”

I did.

But I wasn’t supposed to tell Santa that, so he got another kiss. “I got my Santa presents. You gotta go see.”

Yes.

Then we’d see mine.

Santa got me lots of presents… and one really big one.

He was trying not to laugh but I was cute and he was excited to give me my presents. Buying me stuff was his favorite way of being my Santa and taking care of me. “Oh, well, in that case, let’s go see what I have under the tree.”

Yay.

“And… and then we’ll put our shoes on and get fresh air.” Yes. He liked that too. “Walking is good for us.”

We could walk around the backyard and then I’d be surprised and then I’d tell him what a good Santa he was for me.

Yep.

Best Santa ever.

“You’re a really sneaky helper, you know that, right?” Santa was shaking his head but he was almost giggling too. “But I love my sneaky helper even if his pajama bottoms are wet from the grass and he’s still very cold.”

Oops.

“I love you too, Santa.” Yes, that was the important part. “Merry Christmas.”

Santa gave me another hug, helping me get warm and being sweet. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

Best Christmas ever.

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