Epilogue
“Daddy Davy, will Santie come visit tonight?”
“No, sweetheart,” David said, ruffling the four-year-old’s hair. “That won’t be for another week.”
“Aww, but I been a good boy, so I thought he might come early.”
Hunkering down to Adam’s level, Bud said, “Sorry, lil guy, even though you’ve been the bestest little boy in the whole wide world, you still gotta wait until Christmas Day to open your presents.”
“Tell you what,” David said. “See this?” He pointed to the advent calendar on the wall.
Adam nodded.
“Remember how we’ve been opening up one of these little doors every morning before you go to pre-school?”
“Yeah?” Adam asked suspiciously.
“Well, when we open the final door, that’ll be Santa’s signal that it’s Christmas Day, and he can come down the chimney and fill your sto
