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“Merry Christmas, Brad.” I felt her warm breath on my face as she kissed me.
I opened my eyes and saw Kim’s beautiful smiling face.
“Merry Christmas. What’s the time?”
She was already dressed, wearing a cute red and white outfit. “It’s seven-thirty. Remember you told everyone we’d open the presents at eight?”
It was six months since I’d bought the apartment in Las Vegas. My brother and his new bride Angela, together with my parents, were staying with me for the holidays.
My mother had reluctantly agreed after complaining that ‘Sin City’ wasn’t exactly the best place to celebrate the Birth of Christ.
“As long as the family is together does it really matter where we are?” I’d asked. After complaining for a while she’d eventually given in.
I quickly showered and dressed, entering t
