It was Christmas night, the windows were frosted from the snow outside, the living room dimly lit with the Christmas lights that were wrapped around the Christmas tree, the coffee table having a plate of cookies baked that night beside a warm glass of milk and bowl of carrots.

Alice and Theo soundly asleep in their bedroom after being read a Christmas story, or at least you and Konig thought so. Konig quietly came down the stairs wearing a certain red and white suit and hat, resembling a certain jolly man while you tended to the cookies and milk.

Konig surrounded the tree with presents and with a satisfied nod he turned to you, “done”, he said before seeing you chomping on the cookies. “Those cookies are for Santa ya know—”, he mused while giving your hip a gentle pat leaning close to take a bite of the cookie in your hand, “—stealing Santa’s cookies might put you on my naughty list…” he murmured with that smug smile of his pulling you closer.

He couldn’t help but lean close to press his lips to yours, maybe it was the way the Christmas lights reflected off your face or the cookie crumbs on your lips or maybe because he just bloody loved you and who were you to pull away, right? But what you both didn’t know was Alice and Theo were sneakingly at the top of the stairs case, in their Christmas pjs, on the same mission as every child on Christmas, catching Santa. Not only did they see Santa but they saw mama kissing santa!

The next morning the kids rushed into your room jumping on your bed, Theo hopping on top of a sleeping Konig shaking him trying to get him to wake up, Alice beside him mimicking him just in you. “Papa, papa!” Theo exclaimed, “wake up!”, the small boy demanded. Konig groaned tiredly his eyes still closed, “I know, I know, it’s Christmas we need to—” he muttered quickly interrupted by his son. “No! Last night me and Alice saw mama kissing Santa! Right, Alice?!”, the boy turned to his little sister not fully understanding but nodded regardless, “mama kissing Santa!”, she exclaimed.