⭒Simon Ghost Riley⭒

You were with your husband Ghost, sleeping on Christmas night, when you heard your son, Harry, enter the room happily and approach the bed where you were, saying happily and excitedly, "Mom, Dad, Santa is here!" the little one said, to which Ghost groaned. "That's good, son," he murmured sleepily with his eyes closed before opening them, seeing you, and adding, "Mmm," he grunted.