(A Secret Santa Story)
By Dryad (MF, Holiday)
Merry Christmas! If you aren’t old enough to vote, please find
something more suitable for you to read. These works pop out of
my own head, so unless you’re one of the voices in there, this
work is mine, just ask if you are interested. Comments Grovelled
for.
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Written with much love for my buddy Wiseguy. Love you! I’m
glad you enjoyed it!
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She quietly closed the door. It took two readings of “The
Polar Express”, one “Night before Christmas” and “The Fourth
Wise Man” to get the two wiggle worms to fall asleep.
Threatening that Santa wouldn’t come until they were asleep
didn’t seem to do any good.
“Mark, They’re asleep.” She stage whispered down the hall. “I
need your help bringing down the rest of the gifts.” She heard
him bound up the carpeted stairs, his long legs taking them
three at a time. She walked down the hall ahead of him into
their bedroom, where Santa’s presents were waiting in their
closet.
“Here. You take these, I’ve got these. One more trip should do
it.” They quietly carried the beribboned booty back down the
stairs.
“I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus….” Rang low through the stereo
speakers as they placed the presents carefully around the tree.
“You filled the stockings?”
“Mmhmm. Did you remember that present we hid in the office
closet? What possessed you to buy such a large one?”
She smiled at him. “Oh, stop being such a bah humbug.” He
grinned back.
“One more job to do!” He said with a salacious look on his face.
“What’s that?”
“Well, Santa needs to eat his milk and cookies.”
“Oh, Really?” she asked as he sat down in his recliner. She
took the plate off the mantel and straddled his lap.
“Which one would you like first?” her eyes twinkled
mischievously.
“That one.” He pointed. He took a bite as she held it out for
him. “Oh, wow. These are awesome, Kit. You have got to make
these again next year.”
She giggled as he dropped crumbs all down his front.
“Such a sloppy Santa. Do you need some help?”
With a twinkle in his eye, he answered, “Of course, are you
going to clean me up, Mrs. Claus?”
“Kitty Claus. I like the ring of that.”
Mark nearly snarfed. “My Kitty does not have claws. Come here…”
Mark pulled her down in front of the fire they’d built in the
fireplace. Some show the kids watched said that the fire needed
to be there, or Santa wouldn’t come. Since it was on TV of
COURSE it had to be true, but the fire was welcome. Mark placed
the cookies on the hearth before leaning back and wrapping his
arm around Kit. He nuzzled her ear and murmured, “The kids are
asleep.”
“Why Santa.” She grinned as she leaned into his oncoming kiss.
Her fingers came up to his jaw, stroking the beard as his tongue
flickered against her cheek. She turned in his embrace, catching
…End of the part1. To be continued..
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