“But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, ‘Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!’” Jace closed the book and looked up to see Ginny sitting bolt upright in bed, all but bouncing with excitement. He wagged a teasing finger in her direction. “That doesn’t look like sleeping all snug in your bed. You know Santa’s got radar for stuff like that.”
“But I can’t sleep! It’s Christmas Eve!” she insisted. “And it might snow!”
“I knew we shouldn’t have watched all three of The Santa Clauses. Drink your Sleepytime tea,” Tara said, coming in behind him with two mugs. “If it snows, and I’m awake to see it, I’ll wake you up.”
Ginny’s lower lip poked out as she took her tea.
“Best offer you’re gonna get, Peanut,” Jace told her.
“Okay,” she sulked. “But one more story while we drink
