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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