Step-Santa

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 longing for you all the time. I’ll need a Christmas miracle. Signed, Winter