Dear Step-Santa,
The last thing I wanted for Christmas was a shockingly gorgeous new stepbrother. And I certainly didn’t want to play elf to your Santa at my mother’s charity event or sneak off to kiss you under the mistletoe. Ok, maybe I wanted that at the time, but it can’t happen again. It’s too naughty.
Is it bad I can’t stop fantasizing about all the ways you can deck my halls so I can fa la la la la all night long?
It is, I know.
I can’t control myself.
What I really want for Christmas is to stop craving you all the time.
I’ll need a Christmas miracle.
Signed,
Winter