I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus – Jackson 5

Year 8

"Jackson, I took the time to buy it for you, the least you could do is wear it." April complained, motioning toward the cheesy Santa suit hanging in their closet.

He shook his head. "Absolutely not. I am not dressing up like Santa. There is no way."

She rolled her eyes. He was being melodramatic.

"Why not?"

He sighed. "Because I don't want to. There is no reason that I need to dress up to put the presents under the tree tonight. They're not going to see me anyway."

She bellowed at that. "How do you know? They're still so young and they're getting curious. What if they see you and Christmas is ruined? Graycin is barely even 8 years old."

Jackson knew it was a fight he wasn't going to win but that didn't mean he wanted to go down easily. He may be whipped but he at least usually got something out of it first.

"What do I get out of it?" He asked, arching an eyebrow at his own question.

She laughed but then turned very serious. "A very happy and gracious Mrs. Claus."

When she winked and leaned up on her toes to pull him down for a slow kiss he knew he lost. He played a long for a little longer though, letting her kiss him and whisper a few naughtier things in his ear.

"You win."

She grinned. "I know."

Jackson struggled with the beard of his costume, making sure it was on straight. Since he decided to do this, he decided to do it right.

He spun around to see April watching him intently. "How do I look?"

She was surprisingly turned on by him in the Santa suit. "Like the handsomest and sexiest Santa I've ever seen…. The beard is oddly attractive." She smirked, running her hands through it and using it to pull him down closer to her so she could kiss him.

"The beard is what does it for you? Really?" Jackson laughed, shaking his head incredulously.

She shrugged. "And the belly. I like that you're the one with the huge belly this time."

That got a laugh out of Jackson. He supposed maybe it actually was his turn for that.

"You're weird." He laughed, poking her.

She poked him back. "So people keep telling me."

"So what do you want me to do?" He asked her, motioning toward all the presents they finally got wrapped that were scattered across their king sized bed. This was her plan.

"Just take them into the living room, organize them under the tree. Make it look pretty as usual." He rolled his eyes at that. He'd organize them but he wasn't one to make them look 'pretty'.

"Oh," She stopped, "And don't forget to eat the cookies, drink the milk and take most of the carrots."

He nodded. He thought he had it all down. The same as every year except this time he had to be dressed up, just in case his kids were on the lookout.

He grabbed the first batch, and quietly walked down the staircase. Luckily for him, the living room was illuminated by all the lights, but just dark enough so if they did see him they probably wouldn't notice he was Santa.

After he finished stuffing the presents under the tree and grabbed the stockings hanging on the mantle for April to stuff he met her at the staircase. His back was facing the living room and she was a couple of steps higher than him.

"Santa looks good on you," She teased, pulling him in for another kiss. She couldn't resist. He shrugged. It didn't really surprise him that this was turning her on. She was always hot and bothered when he didn't shave for a few days too.

Their impromptu make-out session lasted a few minutes longer than it should have because Graycin stuck his head out of his room on the other side of the living room. He couldn't see much, only his mom kissing Santa!

He snuck away and into his sisters room. "Erin, wake up!"

She groaned and rolled over. She had always been a heavy sleeper. Even on Christmas morning they had to give her time to wake up first. School days were nightmarish for her and her parents.

"Go away!" She sighed, putting her head under her pillow.

"Santa's here and mom is kissing him! Where's Daddy?!" He panicked and Erin jumped out of bed. They ran toward the hallway so they could stick their heads' out and take another look.

"I'm going to tell Daddy!" Erin panicked, pulling her older brother back into her room. "He's going to be so mad!"

Graycin mulishly shook his head. "We can't tell anyone or Santa won't come back! This has to be our secret."

They took one more look in the living room, only this time their Mother was gone and Santa was eating the last cookie on the plate they'd left him. They couldn't tell anyone what happened.

"This has to be our secret Erin!" Graycin sighed, still not sure how best to handle the situation.

She groaned. "I'm not going to tell anyone, okay?!"

He rolled his eyes. "You aaaalways tell!"

Her face pinched together and she got the look she normally got when she was about to scream. "Do not!"

He laughed. "Member when you told on me for playing in Dad's office?!" He threw in her face and she got quiet.

When she rolled back over in bed he knew she was done talking and he snuck back into his own room. He felt like he laid in bed for hours before he could actually fall asleep. He saw that Santa brought him the bike he'd been asking for.