Miguel walks out of the kitchen, looking less than decadent yet again.

I sigh and ask him: "Miguel, what happened to you now?"

He threw his hands up in the air. Dramatic. "What do you mean what happened? Where are the peppermint candies?!"

I turn to my left, and sure enough, Sir Waddlesworth is protecting the bag like his life depends on it.

Now, I am curious, too. How did an inflatable penguin go from being the STAR of the house to the thief who stole the peppermint candies? Only St. Nicholas, the self-appointed head of Christmas, can know for sure.

But you know what I know for sure? My book, "A modded Christmas" is going to leave you in stitches from the amount of laughter you're going to have over it. Don't believe me?

Try for yourself: https://books2read.com/a-modded-christmas

And if you still don't believe me, because you're such a goofball, try these snippets on me. Deal?