stumbling at the last moment and sending them crashing into the sofa. “Oh my God! I didn’t hurt Prancer and Dancer, did I?” What the heck did two of Santa’s reindeer have to do with them falling? Unless . . . He groaned. “You are not calling my balls Prancer and Dancer.” “Why not?” she asked with fake innocence. “It’s Christmas-themed. Although I guess Twig and Berries is suitable too, since you’re holding mistletoe.”
