CHAPTER 14

 

“Krampus is as bad as that Gryla hag from the Iceland story,” Nick said.

“I told you that in Europe there were many Christmas stories that were told to make children behave,” Judy said. “And if you make lumps in those potatoes, you are going to find out what real punishment is, mister.”

“I can’t help it. This is hard,” Nick whined.

“Oh please.” Nancy grabbed the bowl of potatoes from him. “Let me do it.”

Nick pulled her close and gave Nancy a fat wet kiss on the cheek.

“Oh Christ, Nick.” Nancy wiped her cheek. “Stop being such a jerk.”

“And how weird is it that those two people in Sleigh Me were twin brother and sister?” Nick said.

“Yeah, it’s like the book knew,” Jack said.

Everyone stopped what they were doing for a moment. Thinking.

Jack broke the silence. “Where do you want me to put the vegetables, Mom?”

“On the table.” Judy walked over to the oven. “Nick come get the turkey out. Why don’t we let Jack carve this year, since your father sliced his finger.”

“I’m fine,” Dan insisted. “But I wouldn’t mind a break. I’ll read the next story while you all serve me.” He went to Grandpa and took the book.

“My voice could use the rest. I’ll just enjoy this wonderful meal, prepared by my wonderful family.” Grandpa took a swig and finished off his eggnog. “On this most wonderful time of the year.”

Judy noticed him finish his drink and go to refill it. “That was very sweet, Grandpa.” She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

Dan scowled at them, then took his seat at the head of the table and began to read, “A Crimson Christmas...”