It was the first week of Christmas. Things were crazy, and busy but it was all in the hopes of this year being a fresh start to a happy holiday. I stood in the kitchen as I waited to pull the cookies out of the oven. I listened as Ariel and Eric were playing in the main living room. The whole family had gathered at our father, Triton's house. It had been what we did growing up. We gathered here, we baked cookies, and we decorated. I felt young again. It was nice to see all my sisters sitting around talking. Adella and Arista were stringing lights on the tree, while I watched as Alana and Drina sat the stockings one the mantel of the fireplace. It was refreshing. For the moment, we were all together. All quite and happy. Not worrying about what the past held, or the corruptions of our future. Scuttle was stringing popcorn with my niece. It was nice seeing Drina so happy. She had her little family, and she had made a name for herself in her business. It seemed we were all making a name for ourselves, we were growing and happy. As much as our daddy supported us, I knew it was hard for him to watch as we all grew into young women. Finding suitors and settlings into our own lifestyles. I was just turning to pull the cookies out of the oven when to what to my wondering eyes did appear, my father and "Sebastian". The two had apparently forgotten what tonight was. For my father was dressed in a "stocking" g string for men and Kris, well she was sporting the "slutty Mrs. Claus" dress. I screamed, causing Flounder to bolt from his area behind the Christmas tree, knocking it over, causing it to land on Flotsam. Everyone froze. I couldn't help but stare. I was trying to avert my eyes as my daddy reached for the cookie sheet to cover himself, screaming out as the hot pan burned his palm. I spun, not realizing Flounder was behind me. I went to go reach for the Christmas towel on the counter, but instead my fist connected with Flips jaw. I gasped out as he reached for his jaw. Scuttle had heard the communion from his seat in he living room. Leaving his little girl, he met us in the kitchen. His eyes found my half naked father first. Choking out, Scuttle let out a "What the fuck, Triton?" As I watched my dad hide the best he could behind Kris, who was trying to cover the candy cane pasties that covered her nipples. By this time we were all collected in the kitchen. Eric was snapping photos on his new iPhone that Ariel had given him since his had been lost in some sort of altercation that I didn't even what to try to understand. Shaking my head, I tried to not focus on the image before me. I cleared my throat, speaking since no one else seemed to want to address the issue that stood in front of us. "Daddy! What the hell is going on here?" He stood quite for a moment. Then he stepped out again, in clear view for all to see his stocking covered...junk. His words shocked me as I heard Flip, and Flotsam crack up. Watching my daddy I covered my mouth to hide a laugh as he spoke "Well, princesses, when a man wants a woman. He puts his dick in funny sock thongs, and plays the role of Santa coming to stuff her stocking." I looked at my sisters. Apparently I was not the only one here that was completely disturbed by the words my father had just graced us with. Ariel was the first to speak up. "Daddy. Some shit is ment to be kept behind closed doors," she said half hiding behind Eric. Because we all knew daddy raised naughty little girls, and Christmas would never be the same.