“Did you tell Santa you were good this year?” I ask. Her nose scrunches, and she tilts her head to the side. “I feel like I should get a pass this year, what with becoming an orphan and all.” I can’t help barking out a laugh at her answer. “Good point. Did you run that by Santa, though?” She shrugs, pulling her hand from mine to unwrap her candy cane and shove the straight end into her mouth. “Didn’t come up,” she says around the candy.
