They didn’t eat breakfast in bed Christmas morning. Practicality overrode the ‘kink factor’, as Jim put it. “After all, we have to get up to make the dumplings, and heat up the rolls. Let’s have our fun first, then go do that.”
Alan agreed, so they made slow, tender love when they woke up, before wandering into the kitchen to fix and eat a late breakfast.
“Now what?” Alan asked as they finally got dressed for the day.
Jim pulled back the curtains. “Make a snowman?”
Alan came over to look and groaned. “I know it’s supposed to snow on Christmas Day, but come on.”
“Wuss. It bet it’s not even six inches.”
“Which is five inches too much, but if you really want to go out in it, then we’ll make the bestest snowman this city has ever seen.”
They bundled up, with Jim borrowing an old pair of
