I am truly wicked.
While the rest of the good people were celebrating the divine birth by opening their gifts, I was busy opening something else.
Yes, when carnality calls, I always answer... so on Saturday night, I spread good cheer at one of our local swingers' clubs. Mmmm. Sweet naughty-girl goodness and big tits everywhere-- and boy packages that couldn't wait to be unwrapped!
Then, as if that wasn't enough (a 5AM homecoming), my BF and I spent Sunday treating some Miami friends to visions of sugar plums like Santa never saw.
Christmas Day? A Bloody Mary was a delightful way to honor the virgin birth, then after that...... but on the other hand, maybe it's better for St. Nick NOT to know. A lump of coal could simply ruin a silk stocking!