"Okay!" she cheerfully agrees. She'll give it some thought, that's for sure. But for now? Santa's beard has caught her attention. "Santa? How do you grow such a long beard? And how is it so soft?" Yep, she's running her fingers through it.

"How much time?" she asks with a small smile, her gaze lost in the facial hair.

HE IS HERE. SANTA IS HERE.

"OVER THERE!!!" POINTS TO 𝚆𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎 𝙺. DRESSED IN HIS SANTA SUIT.

"GO! GO!" :D

…Grandpa? Don't be silly Godmommy, that's Santaaaaa!

YAY! GOES BACK TO SITTING ON SANTA'S LAP! :D COME ANNA

JIMINY HE'S RIGHT THERE AND HE'S REAL!!!

lip wobble… …starts crying...

lip still wobbling— "A GHOOOOOOOOOST!" 😭😭😭

Stops, looks at him curiously… "Y—You're not?" 🥺

The girl hesitantly reaches out and touches the mouse's arm. It's squishy and warm! So she almost slams herself into her mouse brother, hugging him tightly. "I—I t—thought you were d—dead!" 😭

EXCITED SCREEEECH— 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐒!

JUMPS INTO THEM!! :D

A FIT OF EXCITED GIGGLES OVERTAKE HER! "YEAH!!!" :D

Which one of them is going to give me ice cream? 👁👄👁

Right. Sorry. Fixed it.

“How ‘bout now Benson?”