Some people want their two front teeth or a hippopotamus for Christmas.
Not me. That would be too clichéd.
Then again, I never thought I'd stoop to sitting on Santa's lap and asking him to bring me a boyfriend, either. In my defense, though, the man of my dreams had just knocked me into a store display 10 minutes prior, so I wasn't exactly thinking straight.
Hah, but when did I ever.
I never thought I'd see Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome again, but it looked like fate - or Santa - had other plans when I ran into him the following night. Seemed like I might be getting my Christmas wish after all, right? Right.
So imagine my surprise when I showed up at my parents' house for the holidays, only to find out that my sister had asked Santa for the exact same thing I did - and he'd delivered early.
Yep, my sister scored herself a handsome new boyfriend, and he's absolutely perfect. He's charming, my parents love him, and even Lucifer the demon cat tolerates him.
Oh, did I mention he also happens to be my dream guy? The one who's supposed to be under my tree?
Yeah. Merry freakin' Christmas to me. Someone pass the hot buttered rum.
