Smutty Advent - December 16

Rig sat on the back porch, wrapped in a blanket, eyes on the ocean. He could smell hot buttered rum and something chocolaty and he could hear Rock singing Silent Night at the top of his lungs. Rig had on huge, misshapen hand-knitted socks from one of the nieces, the dogs were playing in the sand, and Dick was laughing.

It was perfect.

"Merry Christmas, Momma. Daddy." He lifted his eyes to the sky, to the stars twinkling up there. "Love y'all."

"Rigger? You coming in or should we come out?"

"I'll come in, y'all. It's getting chilly."

He whistled up the dogs and headed in, happy as a pig in shit.