It was rare this time of year that he was able to sit down and put his feet up on the tasseled hassock in his study. Which was why, as he settled into the cushy plumpness of his red velvet chair, Santa began mentally reviewing his to-do list for today. Did he really have time to enjoy his peppermint hot cocoa, or had he forgotten something that would require his attention?

( The List )

Iris shook her head and laughed. “Okay, wow,” she said as they came up to the next piece in the exhibition. “I do not understand modern art at all.” She stood beside her husband, staring down a... thing. A cube by Alighiero Boetti that she couldn't quite figure out the how or why it was called 'art.' It wasn't art. It was a bunch of things smooshed together into a cube and somehow labeled incorrectly as art.

( Art museums weren't really her cup of tea on normal occasions. )