"You were outside?" I said. "Making reindeer tracks." I lifted my brows. "Did you hear the kids earlier, talking about reindeer?" Kate had been concerned that the chalet roof was too steep for the reindeer to touch down on, and Logan insisted they didn't really fly. [...] "So you made reindeer tracks?" I said. "I did. Not on the roof, of course. That wouldn't work. But they landed in the middle of the yard, then walked over to the house. I figured that should do the trick. I considered adding deer droppings, but Logan would figure out the size differential, so I settled for tracks. Plus a few tufts of deer hair caught in the bushes." "And you gave our kids flying reindeer." "I did." I put my arms around his neck, and wrapped my hands in his damp hair and kissed him. "God, I love you."