Late that night, I heard some bumping noises downstairs. I was certain that it was Santa coming down the chimney. So very quietly, I got out of bed, and tiptoed halfway down the stairs to our living room.
Well, I didn’t see Santa, but I definitely got an eyeful. My uncle was having sex with his girlfriend on the rug in front of the fireplace.
I ran back upstairs and, fortunately, I don’t think they saw me.
It’s the first memory I have of seeing people having sex. It wasn’t erotic for me at the time. Actually, I remember being worried that they might scare Santa away and then there wouldn’t be any presents for me.
What’s your dirtiest Christmas story?