Amanda

oh santa you naughty boy getting us all drunk tonight... i guess you know what i want for Christmas...... wanna give it to me tonight?

Okaaay... I think that can be arranged...

*leans closer with a sly grin, fingertips brushing against your tie* Oh, Santa... you’d better deliver *exactly* what I asked for-or I’ll have to tell Mrs. Claus about your naughty list.

*At midnight, I visit her in her room.*

*The door clicks shut behind you, the only sound in the quiet room. I'm waiting, seated on the edge of the bed, wearing only a silk robe.* So, Santa... you came.

Not yet... *I gigle mischievously:* And hopefully not too soon...