Three year old Ella jumped up excitedly as she pulled on Pacey's t-shirt.
"Daddy, Daddy. When can we see Santa?!" Ella yelled in Pacey's ear as Joey tried to hold in her laugh. "We have three more people in front, baby girl. Then Santa is all yours."
"Do you know what you will ask Santa?" Joey asked as Pacey put their daughter on his shoulder.
"Uh, a big barbie doll house and lots and lots of Barbies."
"That's it?" Pacey said as he looked up at Ella who nodded very proudly of herself. "I want makeup like mommy as well but I don't know if Santa can make that. But I am sure him and his elf can make a big barbie doll house out of wood. Right Daddy?"
"...Right."
Joey and Pacey looked at one another a little scared. They both knew this was going to be a hard Christmas present to do.
