On Santa’s Lap Read Online C.M. Steele

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Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
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“We thought we heard Mommy crying,” my oldest answered.

“Mommy was making Santa a snack and stubbed her toe. Go to bed now, or Santa won’t bring you anything now.”

“We’re going back to bed.”

“Someone’s going on Santa’s naughty list.”

“They’re just worried about their Mommy.”

“I’m talking about you.”

“I thought I was always on Santa’s naughty list.”

“That’s right. You are… now, let’s take this to our room for your punishment, wife.” I crush my mouth to hers for a kiss before I wrap her up in a blanket and sneak us through the kitchen and up the back stairs that leads directly to our bedroom.

Lola

Ten more years

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus comes on the car as we drive to the mall and my oldest Malcolm complains from the backseat. “Ah no, please change this one.”

“I like this one,” Sadie, our youngest, says.

“Yeah well that’s because you never had to walk in on the explicit version of this song,” he grumbles.

“Well that teaches you to go creeping down the stairs to peek at presents.”

“Seriously, it’s pretty gross. You know we open presents there the next day.”

“You also do a lot of things all over the house too,” Trent answers with a chuckle, further grossing out our seventeen-year-old. Soon, his tune will be different when he’s married and doing his thing, but right now, it’s terrible.

“God, I can’t wait to move out.”

“Soon, you’ll be going off to college, learning to take over for me if that’s what you want and then on your own. It will come faster than you know. Hopefully, you find a woman that will make you as happy as your mother has made me.”

“So I’m going to hang out at Aunt Marianne’s house this weekend.”

“Any reason?”

“Yeah, Aunt Marianne’s got a new neighbor, and she has a daughter. She’s so pretty. Cousin April says the girl looks like a snow fairy or something, and Malcolm can’t stop looking at her.”

“Hmm…” I wonder how grossed out he really is now. Trent’s going to have to have a talk with him. We pull into his personal spot and enter the Holiday Hills Mall. After all these years, Trent decided to focus on just a few malls and limited his time to us and small investments since he had plenty of money.

“Son, join me in my office. Wife, go take the kids around a bit.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” I say, kissing his cheek. “We don’t need any grandbabies too soon.”

“Not when I’m still trying to put babies in you. Santa plans to unload his sack tonight.”

“Ew… gross.” We both laugh as our son sticks his finger in his mouth to gag. Good. Hopefully, Malcolm continues to think like that for a little while longer.

THE END

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