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"Ho, Ho, Ho!" The jovial chuckle interrupted conversations across the room. Most turned toward the voice, but five of the room's occupants tried to turn away, faces flushing scarlet.
"I thought he promised he wasn't going to do this." Gordon muttered to his brothers.
"That's what he said." Scott agreed, fighting to hold back his laughter. "But you weren’t watching his face when he said that. I could have told you it was a promise he was never going to keep. He did it every year when we were little," here John and Virgil nodded sagely next to him, "and he could never pass up the chance to embarrass you like this."
John nodded, choking a little as he spoke. "Besides, it's worse for Alan. Penny already knows what Dad is like, but look at him!"
Gordon found his younger brother trying to make his way out of the room, glancing back and forth between his date and his father, clearly trying to get out before anything worse could happen. But it was too late.
"Alan Tracy." The booming voice called over the expectant quiet. "Come up here and tell me what you want for Christmas."
Alan's face flushed redder than his rocket as every eye in the room turned to him. Gordon giggled. "True. At least Penny knew what she was getting into. Alan will be lucky if he ever gets another date. At least before he turns thirty!"
"Don't get too excited, Gordon." Virgil warned, nodding towards where their youngest brother was slowly approaching 'Santa'. "I'm pretty sure you're next."
Gordon gulped.