Because I couldn't resist writing up an "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" ficlet! :)

Christmas Eve 10:17pm

Will rubbed his eye and yawned as he trudged down the stairs. He knew he wasn't supposed to be up and out of bed on Christmas Eve or Santa wouldn't come, but he was thirsty and didn't think Santa would mind if he got a glass of water.

His bare feet padded down the stairs quietly and he was about to enter the kitchen when he heard a giggle from the living room.

A giggle that sounded a lot like Mummy.

Curious, Will peeked around the door. The lights from the Christmas tree were on and the plate of cookies he'd left for Santa with a glass of milk was sitting, untouched, by the fireplace.

And there on the sofa were Mummy and Santa.

Santa! Will gasped.

'I've missed you so much,' Mummy whispered and pulled Santa down and… eeeew! They were kissing! Like Daddy kissed Mummy, only Daddy was gone on a case and it was Santa who was kissing Mummy!

'No!' Will shouted in his high, demanding voice and sprinted into the room. 'You get away from my Mummy!' He proceeded to pound his tiny fists on the legs of the intruder.

Santa exclaimed in surprise at the attack.

'Oh, my god, William!' Mummy tried to sit up, but Santa wouldn't budge off of her and his shoulders were shaking with laughter. Mummy shoved hard and hissed, 'Get off of me, you great oaf!'

Will grabbed the fur-lined sleeve of Santa's suit and pulled as hard as he could, ripping the seam of the jacket's shoulder. 'My Daddy is going to come and kick your bum for kissing my Mummy!' He threatened and returned to his punishing punches, which landed softly on Santa's back.

Mummy finally managed to get out from underneath Santa and fumbled to close her dressing gown. Her hair was all wild, like his was when he woke up in the morning, and her cheeks were bright red. Behind her, Santa was lying face-first in the sofa and laughing loudly, if a bit muffled.

'William, stop!' She grasped his hands and halted his attack. 'Look at me.'

Turning his righteously angry eyes to his mother, Will yanked his hands away from her and crossed his arms. 'You have lots of e'splaining to do, Mummy.'

'Yes, Mummy, do 'splain,' Santa said as he turned over, laughing in amusement.

Will's blue eyes widened to cartoonish proportions as he gasped in delight. 'Daddy!' He barrelled full-force onto his father, who let out a pained oomph when a small, bony knee met his gut. Will was too busy wrapping his arms around his Daddy's neck to notice. 'I missed you so much!'

'I missed you, too,' Daddy chuckled and sat up, holding Will tight. Mummy shared a smile with Daddy over Will's head and left them be.

They sat there, father and son, for a long while before Will pulled back and frowned. 'Why are you dressed like Santa?'

Daddy chuckled and leaned in, with a conspiratorial smile. 'Would you like to hear all about the Case of the Embezzling Elves?'

Will's eyes widened and he nodded vigorously.

'How about some cocoa for my boys?' Mummy walked over with a smile, two steaming mugs of hot chocolate in her hands.

'Really?' Will gasped in delight. A story and hot chocolate when he was supposed to be in bed?!

Mummy sat down beside them and handed him a mug with a smile. 'Really. Because it's Christmas and Daddy came home.'

Will couldn't have been happier and sipped the delicious cocoa as Mummy and Daddy shared a kiss.

'Now,' Daddy began. 'It all started when a client came here last Tuesday, dressed in the most ridiculous Elf costume you can imagine…'