(Tara's POV)
Sean squealed when he saw me walking towards the living room. I had to kneel because it has become his habit to jump into me excitedly whenever he sees me the first time. The little boy ran with excitement, his eyes twinkling, as he ran to me.
“Aunt Tara, it’s almost Christmas!” His little arms were weaved around my neck. I rose and carried him. My eyes focused on the giant Christmas tree in the living room. Jules and Ivana would be very excited to see this, but with Mama’s condition, it’s better to go home than risk a long trip for her.
“I know,” His excitement was contagious. This would be the first Christmas in a very long time that I could really greet everyone with merry. “You think Santa would be here tomorrow night?”
He nodded. “I just hope Santa would give me what I want this year,” He said in a sad tone. He fidge
