“Come on, Adam.” He twisted the baby on his knee to face him and began bouncing him up and down. “Tell Santa what you want for—” Whack! My jaw dropped. Adam had reeled back and smacked the jolly man across the face. “Adam!” Ryder doubled over—howling so loud he competed with Adam. I sprung forward and snatched my kid off the dumbfounded man’s lap. I never moved so fast in my life.
