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A Christmas Wish
A Christmas Wish Dear Father Christmas, Please forgive me... I know It was me who stopped believing, it was me who turned my back on you. I am so very sorry. You did nothing to deserve this. During my childhood, you were a very dear friend. The best friend anyone could have. I beg you, please come back. I will believe in you once more. I miss that childish excitement of your arrival. We would decorate the house with candles and hang pretty decorations in every corner. A huge tree was placed in the living room, covered with twinkling lights and magical baubles. I would spend hours lying on the floor in front of that tree just staring up at those sparkling decorations, imagining birds and animals leaping from branch to branch with the joy of Christmas in their hearts. I also remember cold evenings spent in the city. I would hold my mothers gloved hand tightly as we bustled amongst a forest of legs and shopping bags. Watching their reflections on the<b> damp </font></b>pavements, I would look up excitedly to see the bright, Christmas lights of a shop window. I do not remember how I got home, I just remember being warm and cosy again and dreaming of a volley of shooting stars in the night sky and the jingle of sleigh bells. I could go on, telling you of the excitement that you gave me. How it built up over days until its climax when you came. But It pains my heart to remember how it was then and how it is now. It saddens me to think that I walked away from all this and from you. So, I beg you to give me one more chance. I will open my heart to you. I will believe in you once again. This year I will light those candles. I will decorate that tree and gladden the gentle hearts of those little animals once more. But, above all, I will be thinking of you. This year, on Christmas eve, I will not be fast asleep. This time, I will wait up for you. Oh, and please don't use the chimney. I shall have a warm and welcoming fire burning for you in the hearth. Just push gently on the door, it will be open. Take off you heavy jacket and your boots, loosen your belt and come and sit beside me on the sofa. You shall have a glass of hot mulled wine and I will massage your tired muscles. The gentle light from the candles and the glow of the fire radiating off my naked body. As you lay yourself down, I will warm your body with mine. My soft flesh pressing against yours, I will kiss your lips then whisper into your ear my Christmas wish. As I feel your strength rising beneath me I can already sense that my wish will be granted. Merry Christmas Kisses Samantha |
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McManther! How delightful to see you post, and what a lovely wee post too! Evoking all sorts of memories of happy days around Chrimbo. But poor old Santa, if you distract him that way he'll never finish his work. Can I suggest an alternative..........?
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8/26/2015 12:02 pm |
Great post. Didn't see that ending cumming lol I met a woman in the pub last xmas who said she wanted santa to cum all over her face so that on xmas day she would be covered in rainbow glitter. LMAO - she had had one or two wee drams
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