I was fine yesterday. Today I’m sweating and shivering and I have a fever and can’t keep a darn thing down. I’m just beside myself.

“It’s ok, Nick,” my wife says, getting her uniform on. “I’ll get the presents delivered. You rest up.”

What would I do without Mrs. Claus?

She kisses my forehead, grabs the keys to the sleigh, and goes out into the cold night.