\u201cWell, the man Mom hides in the basement! She always goes to see him when you\u2019re at work! I saw him with my OWN eyes!\u201d The room went silent. Forks froze mid-air. My jaw dropped, and the knife slipped from my hand. My wife Ivy\u2019s face went pale, her smile vanishing instantly. Daphne grabbed my hand and tugged hard.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on, Daddy! Let\u2019s go get him right now!\u201d My hands were trembling as I let Daphne pull me toward the basement door. As I opened the door, I was prepared to see anything, but not this.<\/p>\n
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As I flipped on the basement lights, the bare bulbs revealed not a living, breathing man, but a life-sized Santa mannequin propped against the far wall. One of its arms hung loosely, and half the beard was torn. The thing looked eerie in the flickering light.<\/p>\n
Ivy turned to me, her cheeks flushed. \u201cIt\u2019s supposed to be a surprise,\u201d she whispered, voice trembling. \u201cI was fixing him up for the front yard\u2014he\u2019s our new Santa decoration.\u201d<\/p>\n
A wave of relieved laughter raced around the family once Daphne, wide-eyed, realized her \u2018man in the basement\u2019 wasn\u2019t a secret houseguest but a broken holiday figure. I guided her up the stairs and back to the dinner table, Santa\u2019s plastic eyes watching us as we went.<\/p>\n
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By the time we returned, the awkward tension had evaporated. My wife managed a shaky grin, and we all dug into our Christmas feast\u2014grateful the only uninvited guest that night was a half-repaired mannequin in the basement.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, the man Mom hides in the basement! She always goes to see him when you\u2019re at work! I saw him with my OWN eyes!\u201d The room went silent. Forks froze mid-air. My jaw dropped, and the knife slipped from my hand. My wife Ivy\u2019s face went pale, her smile vanishing instantly. Daphne grabbed my…<\/p>\n