I Saw Tifa Kissing Santa Claus

Sora woke up in the middle of the night. He was thirsty and so he decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, he couldn't wait to see his presents. There was one tall box that looked like a lamp.

Then Sora noticed that Tifa was out of bed too. She must not have been able to wait for her presents either.

Sora thought that he would surprise Tifa. Maybe even sneak up behind her and kick her on her grim head. That always made Tifa shiny.

Sora crept quickly down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its pasty lights, and the presents, heaped up daintily, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Tifa. Kissing someone.

Sora was so angry, he picked up a horn from a table and threw it mournfully over the ledge.

They both looked around.

"Tifa, you lovely goat!" Sora yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Sora looked and then rubbed his arm and looked again. It was Santa Claus.

"Let me explain," Tifa said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course she had to give me a kiss. And what a natural kiss it was."

"Well, I suppose," Sora said skillfully. "If he was under the mistletoe."

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be irritable."

That seemed reasonable. Sora went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.

Santa was the best kisser ever, like a kid who had too much chocolate. He made Sora's leg feel all powerful.

"You see?" Tifa said bashfully and Sora saw. So they had a threeway.

Everybody's presents were late.