I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
She didn't see me creep
down the stairs to have a peep;
She thought that I was tucked
up in my bedroom fast asleep.
It was very, very early Christmas morning, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring… except for the children. Opening one mischievous dark eye, seven-year-old Ben crawled out of bed and hurried over to his sister's trundle. They had made a plan to catch Santa, but it seemed like forever before their parents had finally turned out the lights and went to bed.
"Em, psst!" He poked her arm a couple times, before a light side-kick was planted to his stomach.
"I'm awake! Let's go catch Santa!" The two tiptoed out of the room, trying to keep their giggles as silent as possible. When they finally peeked into the small living room, they realized a dim light was coming from the corner. The Christmas tree lights had been turned on, and their mother sat on the sofa, looking across the room with an amused expression.
"I thought you said Mummy was asleep?"
"I thought she w- Hey! Santa!" A tall figure, dressed in red with a bushy beard, came into view. A sack of presents was slung over his right shoulder.
"What do you think?" The bearded man asked. Ben looked wide-eyed at Emma. Santa was actually talking to their mummy?
"Well Mr. Santa, it looks like you lost a bit of weight. Better eat the children's cookies." Santa looked dubiously at the plate of over frosted cookies.
"Did you help make these?" Their mummy nodded, and Santa ate one.
"I did most of it though!" Emma whispered, pouting. After Santa Claus had finished, he pulled up the recliner next to the sofa and plopped down.
"Remind me to go on WeightWatchers, kind lady."
"I will if Santa lets me be the first on his lap." The children watched as Santa picked her up and placed her gently on his leg.
"So my dear, what would you like for Christmas?"
"I want a pony, and I want candy... and I want a kiss from Santa."
"That's a pretty big request. How about 1 out of 3?" Ben and Emma covered their eyes at the same time, as Santa and their mother kissed softly.
"Eww! That's gross." Before they saw anything else particularly nasty, the children ran out of the room and straight into their beds.
"Ben, should we tell Daddy?"
"No, he might get mad that we watched Santa give us presents! And that we saw Mummy kissing Santa!"
"Are the kids gone?" Santa quietly asked, looking up into light blue eyes. Katherine looked over to where the two little heads had been peeking at them. She nodded, before going in for another kiss, but the beard got in the way. She carefully took both the beard and the hat off, revealing short black hair and her husband's lips. He pulled her closer and placed kisses around her jaw. Reaching over, Kat turned out the lamp.
"Merry Christmas Jason."
"Merry Christmas Kat."