Who spiked the eggnog? I’ll never tell. But it’s just what we need to liven the party, even if it’s only the two of us.
“You’re all I want anyway.” You slur your words, dancing loosely while holding the martini glass above your head.
“Is that so?”
You nod and curl your tongue around the straight end of a candy cane. Such a tease.
“I’ve been naughty.”
“You deserve a lump of coal.”
I slip out of my suspenders, and you drop to your knees, but then a tiny voice behind me says, “Mommy, what are you doing with Santa?”
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It’s a personal thing I suppose, but doesn’t the fluffy white beard get in the way a bit?
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Actually, I just read the tale more carefully, having initially confused the ‘suspender gender’. Though Christmas gifts are normally a reciprocal arrangement.
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Haha! The suspenders were supposed to be the clue that dad is wearing a Santa suit. And I guess it might have been reciprocal if they weren’t interrupted 😉
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