It's a Christmas miracle

This morning Pegs, Sofia and I were hanging out on the bed, which has become a bit of a tradition. We're all a bit slow to wake up, and spending ten minutes together snuggled under the comforters lets us say that we're enjoying quality family time without needlessly exposing precious limbs to the cold morning air. At one point Sofia stuck her thumb in her mouth and crashed face first into the bed; Pegs took the opportunity to settle her head down directly on Sofia's tush, saying "Aw, your butt is so comfortable." She barely had time to get the words out of her mouth, and in all likelihood was in the process of inhaling, when Sofia cut a basso profundo fart, the kind that would make a trucker blush. If laughter is the most precious gift of all, then this was truly a Christmas miracle. And to think, all this time I was convinced that Santa wasn't reading my letters.