"Merry Christmas, Daddy".
"Merry Christmas, Pihu." I hugged her tight in my arms and planted a kiss on her left cheek.
"What do you want for Christmas?" I said. Her face cupped in my hands.
"Nothing. Santa already gave me my present."
"Wait, what? Did he? What was it?" I was stupified.
"Jishra, Daddy!" she said with a smirk on her face.
"Oh! Your lil sister. But didn't you see your mother carrying that huge tummy?"
"Yes. I did. But haven't you seen Santa carrying a big bag with him?"
"I have. So?" I could already feel defeated, defeated by her cuteness and innocence.
"He took out Jishra from Mumma's tummy, placed it in his bag, and gifted her to me." She giggled.
"Oh wow! So, you know the entire process. Amazing. I didn't know that," I giggled too.
"See, Mumma! You were right. Daddy knows nothing." She pointed at her mother, who was standing near the door, listening to our ever so stupid conversations, and smiling, really smiling.