Arthur woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water, and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one sweet box that looked like a tea set.
Then, Arthur noticed that Alfred was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents, either.
Arthur thought that he would surprise Alfred. Maybe even sneak up behind him and kiss him on the cheek. That always made him happy.
Arthur crept noiselessly down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its bright lights, and the presents, heaped up precariously, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. And Alfred. Kissing someone.
Arthur was so angry, he picked up a remote from a table and threw it sloppily at Alfred.
They both looked around.
"Alfred, you complete wanker!" Arthur yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Arthur looked and then rubbed his eyes, looking again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Alfred said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa exclaimed. "So, of course he had to give me a kiss! And what a lovely kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose..." Arthur said slowly. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa repeated. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be alright."
That seemed reasonable. Arthur went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, like he'd had lessons in some sort of prestigious academy. He made Arthur feel all comfortable.
"You see?" Alfred said delicately and Arthur saw. So they had a threeway.
Everybody's presents were late.
Let's just say for the purposes of this, Finland has nothing to do with Christmas. Wouldn't wanna disturb the SuFin cutesiness.