The spacious formal living room allowed the guests to twirl to the sound of melodic Christmas music. Tall glasses of champagne glistened, reflecting the chandelier’s light. Laughter and chatter filled the room, it was impossible for an unjolly soul to be in attendance.
The crowd ceased movement, gasping as a man in black tights and a jeweled mask slid down the spiral banister that led from the hosting families’ living quarters. He landed gracefully on his tiptoes before springing into a Grand Jete.
“Bravo.” the party goers cheered at his skill and preciseness. He performed for only a few moments. The last part of his act, a pirouette, was nothing less than amazing. He stood on one leg, the tips of his fingers touched slightly above his head. Everyone clapped loudly. He took his final bow then scurried towards the front door, stopping only to blow Mrs. Jones a kiss. She blushed towards her husband, quickly curtsying. She took her husband’s hand, the two moved in close for a slow dance.
The shenanigans lasted way past midnight. Mrs. Jones bid her guests farewell before cautiously climbing the staircase to her room. Mr. Jones stayed inches behind her in case her tipsy wobble became a tumble.
She collapsed onto their bed then leaned back up to remove her panty hose. “Such a special treat, the ballet performer you hired.” she tiredly smiled towards her husband.
“I thought you booked him for the party!” an uneasy feeling sent him rushing towards their hidden safe. The door stood open. “Everything is gone! The cash, the jewels, everything!” he pulled at his hair.
“You silly man. You believe we were robbed by a ballet burglar?” she got up and joined him at the safe. “My grandmother’s diamond broach!” she roared before passing out cold.
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