"Last Christmas Eve, I found myself under the mistletoe at a party, surrounded by strangers and a bit tipsy from wine. A cute guy came up and kissed me—just a soft peck, but then the mistletoe ‘magic’ happened. Before I knew it, we were kissing more passionately. We ended up sneaking into the guest bedroom for some privacy. In the heat of the moment, we accidentally knocked over a bottle of expensive champagne, which spilled all over the bed. Neither of us cared because we were laughing so hard, making out in a sea of bubbles. That night was both sexy and hilarious, and we ended up texting for weeks after."
"I was once dating a woman for four months. I went to meet her at her family's house, knocked on the door, and she opened it. I hadn't seen her for four days, so when she opened the door, I grabbed her and kissed her for a couple of minutes. Well, I thought it was her; she had a twin who was there for Christmas.I was so uncomfortable the whole night."
"So my ex and I used to get cookies made by my mom to put them out for “Santa” (who is me, btw), and I was excited as I am all the time to dip my cookies in the milk and eat before my little one wakes up. This particular year, I have cookies and milk gone. So I asked my ex if she got to the cookies and milk, and she said no, that maybe lil man ate them. I’m like, come on, something ain’t right. I came to find out that it was my ex who ate them! My ex is lactose intolerant, and we all drink lactose milk. But my son got up and gave Santa eggnog that wasn’t lactaid, and she was breaking the wind so badly I had to sleep on the couch. Caught the offender."