Isis has been very nice this year...
With lavender feathered pen, mimicking a quill in hand, Isis climbed onto the sofa beside her father. With a pastel pink notebook in her lap, the artificial strawberry scent wafted from its pages. “Daddy, Mommy said I should ask you to help me write my Winter Solstice Wishlist to Santa Claus,” Isis explained. In truth, it was more of a direct way for Shaw to know what to have placed under the tree that year. “Can you please help me? I cannot spell on my yet, and I want Santa to know exactly what I want.” She stuck her tongue out and tapped the pen against it, having seen her father do the same. She felt confident in her penmanship, though it was still barely legible to the average adult eye.“Shall we begin?”
