"Daddy, tell us a story."
He didn't even try to dissuade her this time. It occurred to him that his daughter was at an age where there probably wouldn't be too many more years of her wanting a bedtime story at all, so he should cherish these times while he could. Besides, while it was Christmas Eve again, Joy was a clever little elf and had asked for her story before bedtime rolled around, while they were still all gathered around the tree, enjoying the evening after watching her favorite Christmas film (A Muppet Christmas Carol). Admittedly, it may have been his favorite as well.
The "us" she referred to may have been in regards to her mother, who was sitting close by them in the rocking chair, but he thought it more likely that she meant her baby brother Henry (named after his wife's father) who was currently nestled in their mother's arms. Joy had taken to being a big sister even better than they could have ever hoped, doting on the lad and proudly showing hi