“And no, Colin Rogers, it isn’t time to get up and open presents,” Martin said, his head still resting on the pillow.
“You sure? You’re still not fully adjusted to the time change.”
It’s the same every year, Martin mused to himself. Colin’s such a kid where Christmas Day’s concerned.
The previous year Colin had altered Martin’s bedside clock so it seemed later than it was. Only when Martin went downstairs to start cooking Christmas dinner, turned on the radio, and heard a time-check did he realise he’d been duped. Revenge had been swift, sweet, and sweaty as the two of them had wrestled on the living room floor, Seth acting as an over-enthusiastic referee.
“Well, it feels later than it is,” Colin protested. “I must still have some jet lag.”
Martin sighed, there was no changing his ma
