Santa, Baby, Where Do I Stand: Naughty or Nice?
T’was the night before Christmas
Outside, it is snowing, cocooning the house in an expectant hush. Inside the air is imbued with fragrant notes of cinnamon, peppermint, and pine.
With the kids sound asleep, I see that Santa has gone the extra mile to present me with an early surprise—a velvety red elf costume nestled within a fancy gift box.
As I clutch the (impossibly) short dress against my body, it occurs to me that I should slip into the outfit and go in pursuit of the man himself.
Predictably he is still hard at work in his office even though the clock has struck midnight.
Glancing over the rims of his glasses, he directs his gaze at me.
Good. I have his attention now.
My voice a little breathless, I ask, “ I was wondering whether I am on the naughty or nice list.”
He lets out a soft chuckle as he reclines in the office chair. “It depends,” he comments, his unwavering intense gaze temporarily diverted from the project at hand.
In response to my raised eyebrow, he insists he cannot render a judgment unless I come over, perch on his lap, and jog his memory about the things I did that would justify my inclusion on the nice list.
He doesn’t have to ask twice!
Taking a seat on his lap, I pull his face close to mine and kiss him on the lips.
When we come up for air, I whisper in his ear: “How about we both be naughty and let Santa take a well-deserved break tonight?”
His response is to capture my mouth once again for another passionate kiss.
🎈Wishing my Medium Fam Happy Holidays!
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