I Saw Brennan Kissing Santa ClausBooth 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 curly box that looked like a bone.
Then Booth noticed that Brennan was out of bed too. She must not have been able to wait for her presents either.
Booth thought that he would surprise Brennan. Maybe even sneak up behind her and flick her on her rocky hand. That always made Brennan questioning.
Booth crept slowly down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its furry lights, and the presents, heaped up curiously, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Brennan. Kissing someone.
Booth was so angry, he picked up a pencil from a table and threw it lazily on her desk.
They both looked around.
"Brennan, you dark dog!" Booth yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Booth looked and then rubbed his foot and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Brennan 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 she had to give me a kiss. And what a hard kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," Booth said quietly. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be wide."
That seemed reasonable. Booth went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, like an old man remembering happier days. He made Booth's mouth feel all stormy.
"You see?" Brennan said deafeningly and Booth saw. So they had a threeway.
Everybody's presents were late.