Clarissa was not a romantic person, but after having a child, she gave more thought to making their lives more enjoyable so that it wouldn’t be too monotonous for Damian.
For instance, she would put up some beautiful decorations along with other ornaments to create a Christmas vibe at home when Christmas was around the corner.
Long before Christmas, she had already purchased a Christmas tree and prepared some gifts to embellish their home so as to enkindle a festive atmosphere.
As with the decoration on the Christmas tree, it had been jointly done by Damian and her. Apart from that, she also told him about the origin of Christmas.
“Mommy, will Santa Claus hear my wishes? Will he come and give me presents?”
Damian was elated looking at the Christmas tree which had been fully decorated. Nevertheless, the one thing he was most concerned with was still Christmas presents.
Clarissa laughed at that. “What do you want most, Damian? As long as you say it, Santa would most probably fulfill your wish.”
Tilting his head to one side, Damian pondered for a while, looking a little troubled.
“Mommy, will Santa fulfill every wish that I have?”
The expression on Damian’s puny face indicated that what he wanted was not only a single present.
“Damian, even though Santa will bring gifts to children, if they are too greedy, he wouldn’t fulfill each of their wishes. Therefore, you shouldn’t be greedy. Choose only one.”
“Ah, I see!”
The little boy looked rather disappointed. “Mommy, what about this? Santa will bring me one gift, and you’ll fulfill the rest? Is that okay?”
Clarissa couldn’t help bursting into laughter and patted Damian on his head. “Damian, you’re really temperate, aren’t you?”
“Then will Mommy satisfy my wishes?”
“No. Tell me what you want most, and Santa might hear your wish when you say it.”
Pouting, Damian looked a little reluctant as his request was turned down. “Can I have a houseful of delicious food?”
…
Clarissa was rendered utterly speechless.
In the end, bearing a helpless laugh, she hugged Damian and gave him a kiss on his tender cheek. “You chowhound.”
“Hehe… Mommy, does a chowhound get to try everything delicious? I want to be a chowhound!”
Clarissa couldn’t stop laughing. “Alright, you be a chowhound then.”
Then again, Clarissa really had no idea what to prepare for Damian as his Christmas present. Do I really get him a houseful of delicious food?
After much thought, Clarissa decided to leave the problem to Matthew.
“Your son has got a sweet tooth, so his top favorite is naturally sweets and something tasty. The second favorite of his is model cars, with different kinds of vehicles, and nothing else. So, how do we prepare his gift?”
The houseful of delicious food that he specifically mentioned was the hardest among them to prepare.
Much to Clarissa’s surprise, Matthew answered straightforwardly, “That’s simple!”
However, he didn’t tell Clarissa exactly how he would solve this simple matter.
On the night of Christmas Eve, Damian didn’t receive a houseful of delicious food, but he received a scrumptious house made of chocolate that Matthew specially ordered for him. It was an enormous chocolate house that was filled with an assortment of sweets and chocolate inside. Matthew even dressed up as Santa Claus and put on Santa’s beard to present his gift to Damian.
Needless to say, Clarissa recorded down the moment when Damian got his chocolate house.
It wasn’t calculated, nor was it an exaggeration to say that the little boy’s response to that was a full minute of incessant laughter. His pretty big eyes turned into two merry arches from all the laughing.
Clarissa recorded a video, capturing every moment of the memory made as she looked at how excited he was. In fact, she was somehow able to anticipate Damian’s reaction, but it was out of her expectation that the actual effect would be amplified to such an extent. He was like a silly little boy, and he laughed so hard he almost ran out of breath.
She saved the video clip as it was too hilarious and she planned to keep herself entertained with it when she was moody in the future.
Without a doubt, after his intense exhilaration, Damian couldn’t wait to make a lunge for the chocolate house, roll inside, and gobble everything up.
Nevertheless, before he could throw himself over, Matthew got hold of him and only let him grab a stone from the mountain inside the yard of the chocolate house to have a taste. Finally satisfying his sweet tooth’s cravings, Damian felt like he was on cloud nine, swimming in contentment filled with sweetness.
Looking at Clarissa, Matthew raised his eyebrows as though he was asking for credits.
Look at this gift I prepared. Our little guy likes it so much.
Clarissa could only admit defeat.
“Damian, do you like it?”
Nom nom…
He couldn’t answer because his mouth was filled with chocolate.
From the side, Clarissa gave him a timely reminder. “Even though it’s a festive season now and there’s so much chocolate around here, you can’t have too much of that. Damian, I mean it, do you understand?”
Though it was quite a downer, Clarissa wouldn’t forgo her principles.
Damian was too elevated to take in what Clarissa just said and nodded half-heartedly. Seeing as such, Clarissa shot Matthew a look.
Matthew had no choice but to follow his wife’s instructions and carried Damian away from the chocolate house. Still engrossed in an exuberant state, the little boy laughed gaily, and it was only at that moment that he noticed his father’s appearance.
“Wow… Santa Daddy? Daddy is so cool!”
Damian clapped his hand and cheered for Matthew.
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