WOSO Imagines

I Saw Mummy (Mary Earps)

It's was the night of Christmas Eve. Hazel laid in bed, trying to fall asleep so Christmas would come quicker when she heard something. Something that sounded like it came from downstairs.

Cautiously, she gets out of bed, in her reindeer pajamas, and quietly opens her bedroom door. Tiptoeing down the stairs, she pauses when the steps creak, closing her eyes shut, hoping that doesn't wake anyone up.

After taking a deep breath, Hazel continues her way down the stairs, stopping just before the bottom and hiding behind the wall. Peaking out from behind the wall, she couldn't believe what, or rather who she was seeing.

Santa Claus was putting presents under the Christmas tree!

Hazel's face lit up, but stayed quiet so Santa doesn't find out she's not actually sleeping. Once he was done, he grabbed the cookies she left out for him and ate them all, drinking all the milk as well.

Another thing that surprised her was that her Mummy comes walking out of the kitchen towards Santa.

"Mummy knows Santa?" She asked herself.

She peaks her head out more, seeing her mummy go up on her tippy toes and gives Santa a big ol' kiss on the lips. Eyes wide and jaw dropped, Hazel quickly, but quietly, walks back up into her room, tucking herself in bed.

Downstairs, you hear the sound of a door closing, or so you thought.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Mary asks, her face tucked into your neck, depositing kisses wherever she could.

You let out a sigh, stretching your neck out more. "Probably nothing."

"Mmhm. Why don't we take this upstairs?"

"Well, come on Santa."

Mary grabs you by the back of your thighs to haul you up, taking you into the bedroom.

The next morning, you wake up to a small body jumping up on the bed.

"Wake up! It's Christmas!"

You were glad you and your wife made a habit of dressing after sex. You weren't ready for that conversation yet.

After some time, the three of you make it to the kitchen, eating the breakfast you prepared.

"Mama?"

Mary looks towards your daughter, who has her head tilted in question.

"Yeah, honey?"

"Did you know Mummy knows Santa."

"What do you mean?"

You and Mary were now confused.

"Well, I saw Mummy kissing Santa last night."
Both of your jaws dropped. "Why were you kissing him Mummy?"

"Yeah, Mummy. Why'd you kiss Santa last night?" Your wife asks, giving you a smirk.

"Well, uh, I just wanted to thank him for bringing all those presents for-for you."

You look at your daughter, who looks deep in thought.

"Oh, okay." She replies, going back to eating, making you release the breath you were holding.

Your wife walks up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist. She leans her head down next to you, lips by your ear.

"Think Santa could get another kiss?"

"Mary!"