Chapter 10Snow lined everything when I awoke in the morning. There had never been any doubt that there would be a white Christmas this year but seeing the sheer volume of the snow outside on the back deck from our guest room window made me baulk as I got up and got dressed. Tate was not with me when I woke; his spot in the bed had been warm, his sheets pulled back, so I figured he’d heard the heavy footsteps of multiple children running around and headed directly for the coffee maker. I lingered, looking out at the seemingly alien world, before I dragged myself downstairs to meet the new day.
Tate’s mother Mary was trying to rally the children in front of their stockings. This was where Santa came in, I remembered. Santa was responsible for stockings, hence nothing was wrapped, while ever
