Delaney
“Mama, present!” Caroline whines as she charges toward the wrapped gift my mother left under the Christmas tree.
I release a sigh. Clearly, I need to remind my mother—again—that presents don’t go under the tree until Christmas Eve, when Santa comes. It’s near impossible to keep an eager three-year-old from opening gifts when they’re right there in front of her, practically begging to be unwrapped.