At the crack of dawn, the door to my bedroom flew open with a bang. “Mom! Uncle Luke! Santa came!” Theo’s voice was full of pure excitement as he bounced on the bed, tugging at my arm.
I groaned, half-asleep, while Luke let out a muffled, dramatic moan from his room.
“Come on!” Theo pleaded, tugging the blanket off me. “There are so many presents! And he ate all the cookies! And drank the milk!”
That got a tired chuckle out of me. “He must’ve been hungry after all that flying,” I said, sitting up and brushing my hair back.
Theo was already out of the room, his little feet thundering down the hall. I peeked over at Luke’s door, which creaked open just enough for him to poke his head out, his hair sticking up in every direction. “Tell me we don’t have to pretend to be that energetic,” he
