Kids tucked in bed, I hear my wife humming “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” as we wrap the presents.
A quiet knock on the front door.
Some guy in a Santa suit?
She grins a thousand watts.
“Merry Christmas, honey. This is Alan.”
Oh.
She met Alan online for a potential threesome.
She starts kissing him.
Fun to watch, but it goes on for a while. I clear my throat.
“Sorry, got carried away there,” he says, turning to me.
I hope the kids aren’t seeing Mommy and Daddy kissing Santa Claus.
