Page 23 of Some Swans Don't Swim
“Other than the goat breath, yes. I got to spend it with you three.”
“It’s not over yet. Not until we decorate with our popcorn strings and you open all your presents.” Sawyer dropped a kiss on top of my head and pitched his voice low. “And we open ours.”
I shuddered against them, their bodies pressed close to mine. “In that case, I’ve got gifts for days for you three.”
The snow fell a little harder now, dusting everything with glittering magic. It was a gorgeous night. Perfect in every way possible.
But especially for a snowball fight.
I scooped up a handful and blasted it toward Jacek. It smacked him in the chest, and the look on his face triggered non-stop laughter as I shoveled up more and threw it at Sawyer. Soon, it was an all-out war between the four of us, laughing and dodging and playing.
Pretty much the best Christmas in a very long time.
The End
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