Clarice POV
"Will you be joining us on Christmas Eve, Clarice," Anya asks, and Nick groans next to me. "I don't think that's a good ideal mom. You know how temperamental some people are on that particular day," he says, motioning with his eyes toward his father. "Watch yourself, son. One day you'll be the one that is a reindeer's a** on Christmas Eve. Besides, Clarice doesn't strike me as someone who shies away from family even when they are being unbearable and demanding," Chris says.
"I'll be here. You are my family now, but I can't imagine you ever acting unbearably, Santa," I say to Chris with a wink. He throws his head back and laughs. Nick wraps his arm around me, pulling me close to his side. "Oh, wait until Christmas Eve. I'm not protecting you from his bossy behind. You are par
