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“Santa.”
Although none of the brothers had caught the
kids peeking in the shadows, hoping for a glimpse of Santa, each of
them were sure that they’d at least had the intention to do so
before they fell sleep.
Now, the wives and children gathered in the
great room, watching the kids play with their new toys, while the
brothers huddled together in the kitchen, attempting to prepare
Christmas dinner.
“I wonder what they’re doing in there.”
Laura frowned. “Alex won’t tell me anything, except not to
worry.”
    “Cole said exactly the same
thing.” Phoebe stroked her baby’s cheek. The infant was already
worn out from the excitement of the morning and was taking a nap in
her mother’ s arms.
“I’m starting to get hungry,” Maddie
commented, nodding towards her son and daughter, playing with their
new toys. “I didn’t get much to eat at breakfast because the kids
couldn’t wait to unwrap their presents. And Garrett was already
doing mysterious things in the kitchen.”
    “Maybe they’re getting the
kitchen ready for the caterer.” Ellie watched her daughter play
with her new doll for a moment, then turned her attention back to
the conversation. “They are hiring a caterer, aren’t they?”
    “I haven’t heard anything .” Sophie looked at her sisters-in-law. “A caterer would be
great--”
All five women flinched as a loud crash
sounded inside the kitchen.
“Or maybe they haven’t hired a caterer.”
Phoebe giggled.
     
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“Stupid turkey.” Alex grimaced at the mess
on the kitchen counter. The turkey they’d bought yesterday had been
too large to fit in the oven, so they’d decided to hack it up
before shoving it in the oven. The bench top was littered with
shards of semi-frozen poultry flesh.
“At least it’s in the oven now.” Garrett
wiped his hands on the towel wrapped around his waist. “We’ve got
to get going on the sides.”
“How long is it going to take to cook?”
Logan peered at the window in the oven door. “I know Mom starts
cooking pretty early on Christmas Day.”
“We’re not Mom,” Mitch grumbled. “Why is
this so much harder than making bacon and eggs for
breakfast?”
    The brothers nodded in
agreement, similar grumpy expressions on their faces. So far, their
preparations for Christmas dinner were not going well.
“We could always crank up the oven,” Cole
looked at the clock. “It’s noon already.  If we don’t have
something ready soon, we’re going to be in trouble.”
Alex snapped his fingers. “Appetizers! Laura
swears by them.”
“Good idea.” Mitch rummaged in the
refrigerator. “We could make - what could we make?”
All five Trask men peered into the
refrigerator.
“Daddy, is dinner ready?” A little boy’s
voice made all five men swing around.
“Yes, Daddy, are you making turkey like
Grandma?” His twin Tyler asked.
Alex looked down at his four-year-old sons.
“Daddy’s got this all under control, guys,” he said confidently -
or tried to. “Why don’t you go play with your cousins?”
The twins surveyed the room, their eyes
wide. “The kitchen doesn’t look like this when Mommy cooks,” Tommy
said.
“Yeah Daddy.” Tyler frowned. “You did give
our letter to Santa, didn’t you, so he could come and help
you?”
    “Of course I did,” Alex
reassured his sons. “But Santa is very busy and he knew
we -- ”
he gestured to his brothers, “could handle this
ourselves.”
“Maybe you need Mommy to
help.”
“No!” Alex lowered his voice. “Your Mom
deserves a rest this year. She’s always cooking for us. This is
going to be a present for her.”
“Uh-huh.” Tommy didn’t sound very
impressed. His twin tugged on his sweater, whispering in his ear.
Tommy’s eyes rounded for a second, then nodded. “Okay. We’ll go and
play.”
“Good boys.” Alex looked relieved when
they left the kitchen.
“Quick.” Tyler towed his brother toward
the laundry room, holding up his father’s cell phone. “We’ll