Chapter 18
Br’er was excited. It was Christmas Eve Day. The four of them—Mazie, Mickey, Ray, and him—had had such a great Thanksgiving together, that Br’er anticipated Christmas would be even better.
“So, you gonna pretend you like football again and let him watch whatever game is on TV tonight, just like you did on Thanksgiving?” Mazie asked as they ate breakfast.
Br’er smirked at her. “No, smarty pants. I told him it was our tradition to watch the Nutcracker while we decorated the tree and to ogle the male dancers’ butts and balls in their leotards. He was okay with that.”
“Men’s butts and nuts!” Mazie laughed. “That’s your tradition! Why would I want to ogle those? Give me a big breasted ballerina anytime. But then, you don’t see many of them.” She made a phony pouty face. “The tree
