She had envied those on the list before, who would receive a visit from Krampus at Christmastime. She had resented their punishment and coveted their place on his list . . . but perhaps that was misguided after all, Dara thought, feeling herself drift to sleep on a cloud of citrus and spice and a whisper of pine. Perhaps there was value in being a good girl. After all, he visited those on the Naughty List . . . but he had come home to her.
