Vic kissed Helena's forehead and then moved in front of the mirror. She adjusted her velvet skirt and then crossed her arms over her chest.
"There is no such thing as a Santa Clause."
He finished tying his tie. "Yes, there was. He was a pervert."
"You're making this up." Helena stepped between Vic and the mirror, blocking his view. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"They changed the story so it wouldn't frighten children."
Helena started unbuttoning his shirt. Before he could reprimand her, her lips covered his.
"We're not going to that Christmas party, are we?"