I Saw Daddy Kissing Santa Claus
By J.T. Marie
It has to be close to midnight when my little brother Alex wakes me up on Christmas Eve. He went to bed hours ago, and it seems like I just turned out my light and closed my eyes when I feel him tugging on my covers. “Brandy?” he asks in a loud whisper.
I squeeze my eyes shut and say nothing. Maybe if I ignore him, he’ll think I’m still asleep and go back to bed. Even though I don’t know what time it is, I know it’s too early to be up. If our dads hear us…
Alex’s small hands pat their way up the side of my bed, following my legs beneath the sheets. “Brandy? Are you awake?”
How no one else can hear him is a mystery to me. “No,” I grumble, rolling over to turn my back to him. “You’re in the wrong room.”
“Brandy, listen,” he starts.
But I p
