She smiled at him. “Ok.”
The man smiled back. “Thank you, now we just have time to play our special game before we call Santa.”
Sophie nodded eagerly and a cheerful smile spread across her face.
The first man stood back up.
The second man walked to the bedroom door and closed it until the latch caught.
“Now then,” said the first man, “first we all have to take off all our clothes.”
Sophie wrinkled her nose. “That sounds silly; do we have to take a bath? Because I know how to fill the tub.”
“No,” the second man smiled, removing his outer coat and draping it over a nearby chair. “We don’t need a bath; this is something much more fun than taking a bath.”
“Come on now,” the first man chipped in, “the sooner the game begins the sooner Santa will come.”
“He won’t be the only one,” snigg
