This one is for Babecat. I finally got rouond to it. Hope its up to my usual standard ENJOY!
What I Saw
It was Christmas Eve and the house was silent. Not a creature stirring and all that jazz. Well, so I thought. We'd all done out our Christmas routine, chestnut roasting on the open fire place, hung our stockings, left out the milk and cookies for Santa. Yes, we still insisted on leaving it out, despite Dad's adamant conclusion that he uses these days. And of course, you can't forget a carrot for Rudolf. We'd all gone off to bed and I waited until I heard the gentle snoring from my sister and parents before deciding to creep downstairs to get a glimpse of Santa and all the presents he'd bring. I didn't want to waste a moment in the morning, so if I memorised where all mine were I'd be able to get in and get it done and have them all but seven o'clock.
Apparently I had misjudged the amount of snoring in the house, because as I reached the last three steps I heard a little moan. Tiptoeing to the doorway of the living room I found my mother locked in a passionate embrace with a man that wasn't my father. This guy was old, had a white beard and was infinitely fat. It made me wonder what she saw in him when he was set beside Dad. I'd never admit it out loud, but my Dad was pretty good looking. He had great muscle tone and he certainly was as old as this guy she was playing tonsil hockey with.
After a moment of standing there, my eyes transfixed on the two of them, I noticed the red suit, trimmed in white, and the huge sack that had been discarded. OH MY GOD! MUM WAS MAKING OUT WITH SANTA!
They broke apart giggling a little and I ducked my head back out of the doorway. I heard soft whispers coming from within, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Cautiously I inched my eyes back into viewing position and was shocked to find them canoodling… I wasn't exactly sure what canoodling was, but Peigi had said that it was what Mummies and Daddies did when their children weren't looking. Well I was certainly looking at the moment, and that certainly wasn't my daddy. Mum leaned forward and whispered something in Santa's ear, her hand lost under the cascade of snowy white facial hair and Santa let out a soft laugh.
Just wait til Dad heard about this. I was gonna tell him first thing in the morning. Then she was gonna get what she deserved. She'd probably be on the naughty mat for a month for this stunt! But she deserved it! That man was definitely not my father and she definitely should not be kissing him!
