The study was the same as always—immaculate, orderly, and comforting. Here, Nessie could get lost for hours within the pages of her Grandpa's texts. The man in question was sitting behind his desk, having looked up at the knock on his door. He placed down the latest edition of American Family Physician.
"Hello, Little One."
Smiling, Nessie skipped over to the desk where Carlisle lifted her up on the desk so they were face to face.
"Hi, Grandpa."
"To what do I owe this visit?"
Pausing, Nessie gathered her thoughts, then squaring her shoulders, she posed her question.
"Does Santa exist?"