He grabs my hand and leads me across the way where Santa is sitting.
“You’re not serious.”
“Come on, it will be our first family photo.”
His smile is convincing, so I follow him down the decorated lane with plastic candy canes. Travis pays the teenager dressed as an elf, and soon, we’re walking up the stairs on the stage. Santa pats his lap, and I laugh and sit.
“Have you been a good girl?” The old guy looks at me. He’s such a great Santa. I don’t even have the urge to pull his beard like I did when I was a kid.
Travis speaks up. “No, Santa. She’s been a very bad girl.”
veryMy mouth falls open with a gasp. “King!”
“And what would you like for Christmas?” I look at Santa for a long while and then look at Travis.
“I have everything I want, actually.” I mean every word. Instinctively,
