Oh darlings lean in close because this story isn t for the faint of heart or the nice list You all know my sweet Santa flying around the world on Christmas Eve delivering joy and presents But what no one asks is what Mrs Claus gets up to when the sleigh bells fade into the night Well let me tell you about last Christmas and let s just say I ve got a type It started like any other year The elves were passed out from the post-toy-making frenzy and Santa had just disappeared into the stars waving his mittened hand I shut the door poured myself a little nip of eggnog and glanced at the plate of cookies That s when I heard it a low familiar growl outside I opened the door and there he was the Abominable Snowman himself Big hairy and grinning like he knew exactly why I d left the porch light on