Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“You know Santa loves his sugar,” I say in a booming Santa voice. “And I always want a piece of Holly on Christmas day.”
“You’ll get a piece tonight,” Holly whispers to me.
“I want the whole thing,” I practically growl back.
“The kids, Santa,” our youngest Martin says as he shakes his head. “Hand out the presents.”
“Presents!” I bellow as I pick up my bag. The kids at my feet stir with excitement. They’re looking up at me with big smiles on their cute little faces. They remind me of my children—their parents—when they were young and full of wonder.
A lifetime of amazing memories come rushing back to me. I’ve had quite the life with Holly by my side.
Springs, and summers, and autumns, but the Holiday season is our favorite time of year. It reminds us of the day we met and it all changed.
When she became part of my life and part of my family.
When she became everything to me.
The kids squeal in excitement as I hand out the presents. It’s not long before the bag is empty and they’re all gone, unwrapping their gifts by the tree.
“Come sit on my lap,” I tell my wife as I sit down in the rocking chair. “And tell Santa what you want for Christmas.”
Our kids groan and cover their eyes as Holly bounds over with a spring in her step and sits on my lap. They should be lucky to have what we have when they’re our age.
Holly wraps her arm around my shoulder and leans in, those soft breasts pushing into my chest.
“That’s not a candy cane in my pocket,” I whisper to her.
She giggles. “You read my mind. That’s what I was going to ask for. That’s what I’ve been craving.”
“Should we kick everyone out?” I ask with a grin.
She gives me a sweet smile and I nearly die. She’s never been more beautiful to me. She turned fifty-three this year and she’s still a stunner. Still a knockout. Still gets me going with one look.
“It’s Christmas,” she says as she gives me a playful slap on the arm. “We’re not kicking everyone out. But we can meet up in the laundry room… ten minutes?”
I grin as she stands up and smooths out her dress. “Make it five.”
She gives me a wink as she bounds off into the kitchen.
“Are you going to stay for dinner, Santa?” one of my grandkids Amanda asks.
I shake my head with a grin. “No, I can’t. Santa has a date.”
“With who?”
“With the best woman in the world,” I tell her. “Mrs. Clause.”
They all wave with a cheery goodbye as I leave, bellowing ho ho ho.
I’m grinning as I exit, excited to meet up with my sexy ho ho ho in the laundry room.
The magic is about to begin because I’m getting a Holly for Christmas.
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The End!