When Bill was very young, they had been in love. Many nights they had spent walking, talking together. Then something not very important had come between them, and they didn’t speak. Impulsively, she had married a man she thought she loved. Bill went away, bitter about women.
My list is going to differ from the next guy’s, but I feel like all of these things can be had, and I don’t see any reason not to ask Santa for them this year. I’ve been good, and I’ve done without the last few years. Let’s fact it, I need a good Christmas this time around. It’s not too much to ask for. So gimme. Now.