I really hope Santa wasn’t watching

My Honey and I were attempting to have some adult time this morning. The bedroom door was locked. We could hear the cartoons playing on the television in the living room.

We thought we had a shot at least ten minutes of child-free time. But then the banging on the door started.

“What do you want?” I yelled at the closed door.

“Sassy says you’re either having sex in there or wrapping Christmas presents. Which is it?”

Fa la la la la, la la la la.