>week of christmas
>school is out for the week
>tell samantha all about santa claus
>be good, get good presents
>be bad, get coal
>if you hear santa, you can't look at him or else you'll scare him away
>she's extra nice and helpful for the week
>christmas eve
>we snuggle up in front of the TV wrapped up in the same blanket
>toasty as fuck
>watch a christmas story as snow falls outside
>samantha slowly falls asleep against my chest
>her slow, rhythmic breathing nearly seals my eyes
>remember to get santa's presents from gun locker
>hurriedly carry samantha to her room and set her in her bed
>put presents under tree and go to bed
>wake up to samantha getting excited about christmas presents
>she's afraid to wake me up but she's running around the house too loud for me to sleep
>go downstairs to find her really eager to open them
>she rips half of them open the instant I say yes
>samantha loves each and every one of them
>she pulls a present out from under the tree
>"This one is for you, daddy"
>label reads "To: The Best Dad! From: Samantha ❤️"
>inside the box is a necklace made out of beads
>it has samantha's name on it
>she made it in art class
>sit her up on my lap and thank her for her present
>it's the best present anyone's ever given me
>snuggle back up into blanket and watch more christmas movies
I wish I had more comfy art of her.