Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house many creatures were stirring, among them my spouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, while Maya caressed her most beautiful hair.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds, save for Kyle who was drawn to his texts not yet read.

I tried to photograph little St. Nick, but he told me the thought of a portrait was making him sick.

With a tear in my heart over the photo denied, I respected his wish in the the spirit of Yuletide.