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I Saw James Kissing Santa Claus

Rene woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one lucious box that looked like a sword.

Then Rene noticed that James was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.

Rene thought that he would surprise James. Maybe even sneak up behind him and touch him on his tasty head. That always made James ridiculous.

Rene crept slowly down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its purple lights, and the presents, heaped up badly, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and James. Kissing someone.

Rene was so angry, he picked up a botle from a table and threw it hungrily across the sea.

They both looked around.

"James, you tall cat!" Rene yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Rene looked and then rubbed his hand and looked again. It was Santa Claus.

"Let me explain," James said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what an angry kiss it was."

"Well, I suppose," Rene said insidiously. "If he was under the mistletoe."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be ugly."

That seemed reasonable. Rene went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.

Santa was the best kisser ever, as solid and unforgiving as the gray stone walls around them. He made Rene's chest feel all handsome.

"You see?" James said lazily and Rene saw. So they had a threeway.

Everybody's presents were late.

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