"I mean, I don't think we need to go full Santa surveillance state," Annie acknowledged, wrinkling her nose up a little. At least she'd known for awhile that Santa wasn't real; the threat that Jesus was up in Heaven, caring about who she kissed and what lies she told, had stayed real a lot longer. "But I do like the idea of, like, someone you aren't related to brought you presents, just because you're a cool effing kid."

Maggie got a fond little adjustment to her dress on cool, there. Also, no, Annie wasn't swearing in front of the babies who didn't yet understand language, in case you were curious.