Peculiar B2 Bonus: I saw grandma kissing santa claus.
They weren't exactly visions of sugar plums but Lazlo Curious was able to enjoy them nonetheless.
Yeah, they had decided the fun was over but he'd always have the memories. Sweet, sexy memories.
Distracted, he didn't hear the pounding of little feet racing up the stairs.
Thank god I kept it in my pants.
Edwin was visibly disturbed.
Huh, wonder what has him so worked up this late. . .OH. I knew he was going to snoop. This should be fun.
"DAD!"
Lazlo did his very best to keep a straight face. Edwin didn't wait for a reply or take time to think up an elaborate lie to hide the fact that he'd been snooping. What he had seen. . .well, it was just awful.
He knew he shouldn't have been snooping but he just couldn't help himself. His cousins and the Pollinator twins had been going on and on about Santa since Thanksgiving. Edwin had had his reservations. How could one sim, an ELDER at that, do everything they claimed he did? Especially all in one night. It wasn't that Edwin didn't believe in magic but it did seem a bit over the top.
And it would be easy enough to prove. All he had to do was stay awake. He made sure to take a nice nap earlier in the day and refrained from too much activity in general. He'd need all his energy to lay in wait. To somehow PROVE to his cousins and that know it all Jenny Pollinator that Santa was just. . .well, he wasn't sure what he was but he was going to do his best to find out.
If he had spent the rest of his life trying to guess, he'd never have gotten to THIS scenario.
True to the rumors, an elder male sim (dressed in a furry red suit with white trim) had arrived and deposited gifts under the tree. Some things Edwin recognized right away, like the robot he'd seen in one of his grandmother's robotics catalogs. He'd coveted Lil Loco from the minute he saw it but if THIS was what it took to get it, Edwin wasn't sure he was still so interested.
It wasn't the display of affection in and of itself that upset him. He'd seen his grandparents kissing millions of times. He'd even seen his father kissing his girlfriend, when he thought no one was looking. Kissing, it seemed, was just a way of adult (and elder) life.
But grandma wasn't kissing grandpa.
"GRANDMA!"
He'd blown his cover, yelling like that but when Santa's hand had moved down and grabbed his grandma's. . .well, what was he supposed to do?
It wasn't like he was going to stick around to see what would happen next. He needed to get his father. If anyone could sort this mess out, it was him.
"Oh shit," Glam whispered, watching his grandson bolt from the room. Kitty laughed and pulled him to her for another kiss. "Kitty," he mumbled around her mouth. "Your encouragable."
"It's the suit," she giggled. "It makes me want to sit on your lap."
"And traumatize our grandson?"
Kitty shrugged.
"Catherine Marie Curious," Glam gasped. "You're definitely naughty."
Edwin raced out the backdoor and across the sand to the shed. It was at times like this, real emergencies, that Edwin wished he was older, bigger. Then he could do things like take the stairs two at a time. Despite his small legs, he managed the stairs in record time. Throwing the door open, he was relieved to see his father was still awake.
Edwin didn't give him time to react.
"DAD, you have to. . .come on. . .right now, let's go."
Lazlo was suddenly confused. Edwin didn't seem very excited about seeing Santa. In fact, it was quite the opposite. The boy was visibly upset. Yes, Edwin was shy with strangers but this was extreme even for him.
"Eddie, calm down. Take a deep breath."
Edwin gulped air, hands flailing.
"What's wrong?"
"SANTA. . .," he managed to gasp.
Lazlo laughed. Glam must have put on a damn good show to get such a great reaction.
"So you saw him, huh?" Lazlo started to get up from the bed, laughing lightly and reaching to still his son's flailing limbs.
Edwin jerked away, his brow furrowed.
"YES!" He was practically screaming. Lazlo reached toward him and once again was rebuffed. "I saw him all right. I saw. . ." The anger drained from Edwin's face and his eyes rimmed with tears. Lazlo didn't know how to react. It was supposed to be a fun little prank, not something that would make the boy cry.
"Eddie, it's ok. . ."
"NO," Edwin countered. "No, it's bad dad. . .real bad." Tears spilled down his cheeks as he started to shake. Lazlo wanted to sink into the mattress and disappear. He hadn't meant for any of this to happen. Edwin sniffed loudly and swiped his pajama clad arm across his face.
"Jenny said Santa would leave presents," Edwin started, "but she didn't say. . .she didn't say. . ."
Lazlo put his arm around his son's shoulders and gently coaxed the boy to continue.
"Didn't he leave you what you wanted? Is that it?" Edwin shook his head as his father brushed the fresh tears from his cheeks. "It's ok, come on, tell me what's wrong."
Edwin sobbed for a moment, unable to tell his father what he'd been witness to. Even with his limited grasp of all things romantic, he knew his grandmother should NEVER kiss another sim like she had been kissing Santa. Suddenly, he was scared to tell. Grandma would certainly be mad, telling his secret like that. And grandpa wouldn't be happy either, knowing grandma was kissing someone else. And what if that bossy Jenny Pollinator found out? She'd tell EVERYONE.
Lazlo pulled his son into a hug and waited. After a few more minutes, Edwin's sobbing stopped and slowly Lazlo let him go.
"Feel better?" Edwin nodded slightly. "So what's wrong?" Lazlo couldn't imagine what his son could tell him that would warrant such a display but by this point he was more than ready to find out.
"I. . .," Edwin hesitated then, taking a deep breath, exhaled his secret. ". . .saw grandma kissing santa claus!"
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I would have had more pics but I was in the middle of doing this when my video card died.
This was inspired by that awful christmas song, "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus". I've never been a fan of that ditty. It's kind of sick that the kid who narrates the song would be AMUSED that he's seeing his mother cheating on his father with Santa. "What a laugh it would have been, if daddy had only seen. . ." Hardly. I know if I had seen such a thing as a child, I probably would have reacted a lot like little Edwin.
But I must say, Glam made a very dashing Santa. And, I'm disapointed that I didn't get a pic of the decorations I put on their piano. OMSPs and magisplay for the WIN. I got four different christmas deocorations on there and, if I may say say so, they looked pretty nice. Eh, such is life.
I'm also sad to report I won't be able to show off a fun christmas thing like this (or the Pollinator kids) for the Beaker (aka PAP) twins. Blame it on the video card.
But I can share these:
"Perry. . .," Linus sighs at his brother.
"What?"
"Huuuuurrrreeeeeey up, I want to send and email to Santa too."
"I'm not done yet. I have to put pictures in my email so Santa knows just what I want. I don't want to get the wrong stuff."
"But I've been waiting forever!"
"So. I got here first and dad said. . ."
"So. You've taken enough time. I'm gonna tell dad. . ."
"Save your breath." Pascal sighed. It wasn't bad enough that everything was a competition between his sons. Percy had to fan the flames by filling their heads with stories about all the things Santa was going to bring them. Pascal didn't have anything against the kids indulging in the Santa myth but the rabid consumerism had him just about to his breaking point.
"Linus, leave Perry alone. And Perry. . .," Pascal waited for the boy to acknowledge him with a muffled grunt. "Don't go crazy. Santa's not going to bring you the whole toy store."
"I know," Perry sighed.
"Dad, when are dad and Albert going to be back?" Linus slowly shuffled away from the computer and Perry. "Albert said he'd make us cookies when he got back."
"No," Perry corrected. "Albert's going to help us make cookies for SANTA."
"Same thing," Linus shot back. "Dad, can I go over to uncle Vid's and swim."
"No, not now."
"Why not? I can call auntie Piq and see if she's home and it's just right across the street. She said we can come over whenever we want."
"Because I said no."
"Aww, come on. . ."