The Best Present
My boy refused to go to sleep, and no amount of “Santa won’t come unless…” worked to bring him under control. At my wit’s end, I ordered him to strip and then edged him for a solid hour before letting him come. He had no problem drifting off after that.
I quickly pulled out all the gifts I’d hidden around the house and tucked them under the tree before carefully sliding onto the couch and spooning him to my chest. Kissing his neck, I settled in for a few hours of rest, imagining my boy up early for our first Christmas together. He’d bounce around, dancing to holiday music, stuffing his face with cinnamon rolls, and pleading to please, please, please open his presents. I loved to see his smile and watch him play. I never thought I’d have this. There was no letter to Santa this year for me because I already had the best present of all: a boy for Christmas.
Have a Wonderful Day Everyone!
