Micah POV
I can see light, fluffy snow changing color as it falls past our outdoor lights, and all I hear is complete silence. I can see our chow-chow, Ozzy, curled up next to the pile of presents that hadn't been their the night before.
Leah and I slept curled up on the couch in front of our brightly lit tree, no fire in the fireplace. A plate of half eaten cookies and an empty glass of milk on the table. I guess you could say we both still held that childhood belief about a fat man doing a B&E in order to make people happy. A belief we both want our own children to have.
"Sweetie, wake up." I kiss her head softly, "Come on, the fat man got past us again." Leah yawned, sitting up and sliding to the floor, "Mmmhn, not a fat man, just a sneaky alpha and her little elves." I move closer to see, that most of the gifts are listed 'from Santa' but some, just a few said 'from Bella and pups'. "How does she do it?"