Christmas just got complicated… “Please tell me what stupid-ass thing I did so when my wife, the mother of my sons wakes up, I can do whatever the heck it takes to make it up to her.” All I want for Christmas is for my wife… To be a stay-at-home mom. What’s wrong with wanting to support my family? Why does Faith (and everyone else) look at me… Like I have ten heads? Now my pregnant wife has turned distant. I lost her once, I will not lose her again. A medical complication has me re-writing my letter to Santa. I’ll make any sacrifice possible to keep my family together. It doesn’t matter how many trays of cookies… My wife didn't make. Or the half-decorated tree. Or the cards that never went out. Now, all I want for Christmas is…Faith. Three days until Christmas. Three days of terror. Three days of hope. Three days…waiting for Faith to wake up.