Victoriavoo

Dear Santa… He came often in the summer. Every visit accompanied by a small package, little gifts in pretty wrapping. As I would untie the ribbons to release them, the paper would fall and so would I. He always seemed to know what I wanted. He would smile with perfect white teeth. My grandmother said it was good to find a man who took an interest in their dental care. After every giving of gift he would slide my hair behind my ear and kiss my neck… was it what I wanted? Of course it was. Sitting on the edge of my double bed, I would listen intently to all his stories—so well traveled. He would take me with him one day—j