A Christmas Kiss

A Christmas Kiss

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Fuckery This is just random wordporn. Dirty stories. That’s what we’re here for, yes? ‘The Fisherman’s Wife’ I wrote after a conversation with some old ladies in a hotel in the Western Highlands of Scotland. I love the way the old like to be naughty! No-one in The States got ‘Bennet’s Brother’ – it was way too English in every way. I had a hoot writing it and its companion piece (now lost, ‘Battle at the Regatta’). I was attempting Wodehouse with added fellatio… ‘Teacher’s Night Off’ – good idea – not so well executed. I didn’t quite get what I wanted with that one. Horny enough, mind. ‘On The Eve of All Hallows’ – again, not quite right. I wanted to write a story using a student of mine, an Indian girl, as muse (obviously her name was not Krythika!). I wrote it in a hurry for Hallowe’en and it shows. It’s a bit clunky. ‘A Christmas Kiss’ was also written for the holidays. This is a better story. A true story, although it didn’t happen quite in the way I tell it. The girl involved is now a senior partner in a law firm in Birmingham and I learned from Facebook last week that she has become a grandmother for the third time! ‘Katie’ is also based on truth. I’ve known Katie for years and years. Our families are still close and, were it not for lockdown, I’d be visiting her next month. Obviously, her name isn’t Katie – or mine would be shit. ‘Yes or No’ is a story I am, or at least was, quite proud of. I wrote it in reaction to a news story about Ivy Leaguers ‘protesting’. I was very angry. Sadly the news story will be forgotten, so the story will lose its punch. Still good, though.

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Fuckery
This is just random wordporn. Dirty stories. That’s what we’re here for, yes?
‘The Fisherman’s Wife’ I wrote after a conversation with some old ladies in a hotel in the Western Highlands of Scotland. I love the way the old like to be naughty!
No-one in The States got ‘Bennet’s Brother’ – it was way too English in every way. I had a hoot writing it and its companion piece (now lost, ‘Battle at the Regatta’). I was attempting Wodehouse with added fellatio…
‘Teacher’s Night Off’ – good idea – not so well executed. I didn’t quite get what I wanted with that one. Horny enough, mind.
‘On The Eve of All Hallows’ – again, not quite right. I wanted to write a story using a student of mine, an Indian girl, as muse (obviously her name was not Krythika!). I wrote it in a hurry for Hallowe’en and it shows. It’s a bit clunky.
‘A Christmas Kiss’ was also written for the holidays. This is a better story. A true story, although it didn’t happen quite in the way I tell it. The girl involved is now a senior partner in a law firm in Birmingham and I learned from Facebook last week that she has become a grandmother for the third time!
‘Katie’ is also based on truth. I’ve known Katie for years and years. Our families are still close and, were it not for lockdown, I’d be visiting her next month. Obviously, her name isn’t Katie – or mine would be shit.
‘Yes or No’ is a story I am, or at least was, quite proud of. I wrote it in reaction to a news story about Ivy Leaguers ‘protesting’. I was very angry. Sadly the news story will be forgotten, so the story will lose its punch. Still good, though.

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Submitted: July 31, 2020

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Submitted: July 31, 2020

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This all happened a long time ago, it might as well have been in a galaxy far away too, for all the difference in my life. It started, I suppose, with a kiss. A simple Christmas kiss after the Watchnight Service in the smallest of hours on a cold frosty Christmas morning many years ago.

 

I had decided not to go out to chapel with Mum that year, but instead visit St. Kentigern’s, a big modern church in the town centre. I was supposed to go with Dougie, but when I got there he was nowhere to be seen. There were a couple of lads from the team, so I went in and sat with them.

As usual for the Watchnight Service the church was packed to the doors. Old folks, families, the inevitable drunk Christmas revellers and a fair few teenagers like me and my mates.  St Kentigern’s was holding its service entirely by candlelight, it was a magical atmosphere and the drunks were soon quietened by the solemnity of the sermon and the quality of singing.

As we sang to welcome The Saviour my eye was drawn to a trio of girls across from me, their mouths moving in the flickering candlelight. I knew them all from school: Amy Patterson, blonde and beautiful, her blue eyes were sparkling despite the dim light; Audrey Carr, as dark and alluring as Rhona was fair and pale, her eyes were almost black and trimmed with long ebon lashes; and of course, their wee friend, Elaine Henderson, I couldn’t see her eyes for her glasses. Plain Elaine, the boys called her. I thought this was unfair, I liked the wee lassie, she was in my English class and maybe a couple of others, she was bright and cheerful and she had an impish sense of humour. But against her two gorgeous friends she looked, well, plain.

I found myself looking at these girls, fantasising, wondering whether I would choose to go out with Amy or Audrey. Amy’s skin was clear and golden, her features strong and bold, she was tall and athletic - a Teutonic goddess. Audrey’s rounded dark features and pronounced sensual lips promised steamy, exotic lust. I noted with desire her curvaceous shape under her winter coat.

What about both? I was in a whirl of fantasy, imagining what we might do together, when it suddenly occurred to me that I was thinking about other girls again.

I had a sudden pang of guilt, but it didn’t last.

It was over between Erica and I.

She had broken my heart.

Broken it? Torn it out and ate it in the marketplace more like. I had been spending the past month mooning over her, planning to kill her bastard boyfriend, finding myself walking past her house, sitting by the phone, thinking of ways to die in her arms…..I had been in hell!

 But finally I was looking at other girls again. That was good. I remembered where I was and thanked God. Then, as the minister preached to Good News, I cast about for other girls to look at.

There were plenty of girls in church that night, but it was more than that. I felt free of the cloud I had been under since Erica Watson dumped me so spectacularly just before the St Andrew’s Night Ball.

The combined effect of the joy of the season and freedom from gloom had me bouncing after the service. I did all the usual back-slapping, hand-shaking, cheek-kissing, Merry-Christmasing I could (oh aye, I made sure to get a kiss from Amy and Audrey!) and soon I was the last person there, helping old Archie the verger to lock up.

 

I was just setting off through the church gates when a voice said, “Merry Christmas, David.” It was wee Elaine Henderson.

“Elaine, hiya. Why are you still here?”

“I left my hat in church, but it looks like they’ve locked up.” She told me.

“Aye, they have.”

“Oh well,” she sighed, “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” I rejoined.

I thought she’d walk away, but she stood there and said, “Do I not get a kiss?”

I laughed, “C’mere you,” I said and lifted her off her feet to give her a big smacker. I was a wee bit shocked when she threw her arms around my neck and responded to my kiss with a slow open mouthed smooch. It was a few moments before I put her down.

“Wow!” she said.

“Wow indeed.” I looked around, the streets were empty, “Elaine, who are you with?” I asked.

“The girls, but I think they’ve gone.” She said.

“How are you getting home?”

“Oh, I’ll walk,” she said.

“You live down in Rookwood, don’t you?” I said, “I’ll walk with you, it’s only a mile or so.”

“I can manage fine, David. Besides, you live in Cragbank, a mile in the opposite direction”

“Aye, but there’s some funny folk about. Come on. I’ll walk with you.” And we set off.

The truth of the matter was that Rookwood was really rough in those days, but it seemed impolite to say it to a girl who lived there. Actually, Cragbank was as bad, but I was 6 foot 2 and captain of the rugby team, so nobody bothered me. Elaine, by contrast was five foot in her socks, if that.

 

As we walked through the snow-covered streets we chatted. All the usual stuff, family, friends, school – the fact that both our mums worked for the same firm and the fact that I had coached her little brother Mickey in the under-12s team. At some point in the walk her arm had looped through mine and I recall enjoying the warmth of her by my side in the chilly night.

When we arrived, she pulled me into the row before hers and mounted three front door steps of a dark house. She pulled me towards her.

“Mr McKillop won’t mind,” she said, “He’s staying with his daughter in East Kilbride for the holidays.” And standing on the steps to give her height, she pulled me into another deep passionate kiss.

It was lovely, it felt like we kissed there for hours. As we stopped for a breath she said, “I’d better go in now, David. Will I see you over the holidays?”

“Oh aye, sure.” I said delightedly.

“Shall I phone you?”

“Of course,” I said, “Do you want my number?”

“Oh David,” she said with a smile, “I know your number off by heart.”

And with that thought she disappeared into her little house and I wandered home, feeling on top of the world!

 

The phonecall came in less than 36 hours. Just after twelve on Boxing Day, the phone went and Mum answered.

“Hello?....Oh Hello Elaine, Merry Christmas….” My ears pricked up.

Mum went on “Thank you...Is your mother feeling better now?......Oh good…..Oh that’s great…..Tell her I was asking for her….What?…..Did he?” Mum turned and looked at me – I felt myself blush.

“Well he didn’t tell me….No, I’m sure he’s doing nothing else this afternoon….don’t you worry about that, lovey…I’ll tell him….Cheery-bye now, Elaine. All the best for the New Year when it comes….Bye now.” She put the phone down.

“That was Daphne Henderson’s daughter on the phone. Said you’d offered to help put her wee brother’s castle together for him when you met her at the Watchnight Service.” She beamed at me, “Och, you’re a good boy. That’s an awful kind thing. So you better get your skates on.”

“What are you talking about, Mum.” I was completely flummoxed by this news.

“Hurry up, Davey. I told Elaine you’d be straight down.”

 

So for the second time in less than two days, I traipsed down to Rookwood, although this time it was snowing. Big wet flakes that soaked through your coat and chill you to the bone.

What a crap excuse for getting me down there, I thought as I trudged through the white, I was not keen on kids back then, and the prospect of spending Boxing Day afternoon with Mickey Henderson filled me with disgust, even if it did mean seeing Elaine again.

So I was not in the best of moods when I knocked her door that afternoon.

Elaine answered dressed in a thick sweater, cord skirt and woolly tights – as tempting as a tripe sandwich! My heart sank, what had I been thinking of the other night? But her smile was broad and lovely and her eyes sparkled behind her specs as she led me into the front room, where a coal fire was burning in the grate. She brought a bath towel for my wet hair and I rubbed off the worst of the damp while she hung my coat up in the lobby.

“Merry Christmas, David? Was Santa good to you?” she laughed as she re-entered the room and chucked a few more coal on the fire.

“Oh, aye.” I muttered, “You?”

“He forgot the car and the diamonds again, but I did okay.”

“So,” I enquired, “Mickey’s castle?”

“I did that in five minutes after they’d gone,” Elaine told me. “It was the best I could think of for your mum. I hope you didn’t mind.”

Mind? I was overjoyed. “So he’s not here? And your mum and dad?”

“At my auntie’s in Girvan, I should have gone, but I told mum I had a really heavy period. As soon as she mentioned ‘women’s things’ to my dad, there was no argument, I was allowed to stay at home. They won’t be back till well after dinner.”

“Oh.” This was better…but….

“So we’ve got the house to ourselves. Is there anything you’d like to do?”

This was put so brazenly I couldn’t think of a reply.

“I think we should carry on from where we left off the other night.” she said, “Sit down, David. I don’t want to have to stand on a chair to kiss you.”

I plonked myself on the sofa and Elaine plonked herself on my lap. She put her arms around my neck and looked into my eyes. She covered my mouth with hers and kissed me long and hard.

Okay, maybe the trek from Cragbank in the snow was worth it after all.

As our kisses grew in depth and passion I could feel the heat of the fire more and more intensely. Beads of sweat were forming on my brow and as our mouths parted I could see a shining patina on Elaine’s sweet face. She looked me in the eyes, her pupils wide with excitement.

“Shall we take some things off?” she asked with a cheeky smile.

“Are you sure? I mean…do you want to?” I said.

“David, I’ve wanted to for ages. I really want to. Now.” She pushed off me and kicked her shoes into a corner. I bent over to untie my boots, but I had only managed to get one off when she was standing in front of me in nothing but her glasses and a pair of pink and white striped panties.

 Her front teeth gnawed her bottom lip and her hands flittered and flapped as if she didn’t know where to put them.

“Well?” She asked, her fingers twitching, “Will I do?”

“Elaine,” I gasped, “You look fantastic – beautiful…” I wasn’t flattering. Her bare legs were shapely and strong, her hips wide and her tummy trim, her breasts were white and apple-round, topped with hard tan nipples. My mouth dried as I scanned her gorgeous form “…so beautiful...” I husked.

“Yay!” she yelled and jumped on top of me, knocking me back onto the couch, covering me in hungry little kisses!

I was gobsmacked to say the least. Sprawled on her couch, one boot one and one boot off, with a nearly naked girl sitting on my hips with her tongue down my throat! But so exciting. God, I wanted her like I wanted no other girl in my life. She sensed my desire.

“We’re going to do it. Aren’t we?” she whispered in my ear, her breath hot and wet.

I suddenly froze. I felt guilty, pushy.

“Elaine, whoa. Hang on.” I brought my head back from hers, “Don’t you want to take things easier?”

“No David. I want to take things as they come. I want it now.” Her hand slid down to the front of my jeans, she rubbed my hard cock through the material. “I think you want it too.”

“Wait…your period…”

She snorted derisively, Hmph! That was a little lie I told to get rid of them so that I could get you here for sex!”

“You’ve done it before then?” I stuttered.

“No. This is my first time. Ever.” she smiled lasciviously, “A virgin. Does that excite you?”

But it didn’t. I felt responsible. Suddenly really guilty. “Come on, Elaine. You don’t rush into this. You need to be sure.”

“David, I have never been more sure of anything in my life. I‘ve dreamed of being in this position for ages.” She giggled naughtily, “I even practiced it more than a few times with a candle….”

My jaw dropped, “You mean…?”

“Oh yes, David, I’ve fantasised about you for a long time.” She pushed herself up and stared at me. “Do you remember when you played Jedforest?”

“Sure. Last March. Jamie Anderson was playing for them. Scotland under-21s now.”

“Their number 2? You were a better prop than him! You brought him down three times. God, it so exciting.”

“Elaine, why are we suddenly talking about a rugby match that was ages ago?”

“I was there, with the rest of school. I never took my eyes off you the whole match. Do you remember what you did at the end?”

“I dunno….shook hands…showered…”

“You and Big Jamie swapped shirts.”

“Oh aye.”

“I was so close I could smell you.”

“Charming!”

“No. But so fucking exciting. It was like you were peeling that shirt off for me. Just for me. Do you know what I did then?”

I could see that she was getting excited, it was a real turn-on. “Tell me,” I said.

“I went straight to the girls’ toilets, put my hand down my knickers and frigged myself silly.” she giggled at the memory, “I had to walk home bow-legged, my gusset was so wet!” She laughed lustily. “And now you’ll do it again? Won’t you? You’ll peel your shirt off, just for me?”

“Oh yes.” I said, “Just for you.” I started to unbutton my overshirt.

Elaine picked up the towel and laid it in front of the fire, she sat down. As I was pulling my t-shirt out of my jeans she said, “Stop. Wait.” her hand slid into the front of her panties, “Do it slow, David. I want to enjoy it.”

So I dutifully lifted the front of my t-shirt slowly. Elaine’s eyes were wide and dark behind her glasses, her hand rubbed and jerked between her legs. I pulled the shirt up my chest and she moaned, her breath coming quicker. When my arms were over my head and the shirt passed my face, she yipped “Stop!”

I stood there like a statue as Elaine’s fingers and breathing quickened to a peak when she whispered “Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes!” Her body became rigid, then she let out a gasp and convulsed in deep throaty laughter.

I had heard cursing and screaming and crying orgasms, but never laughing. It was delightful, sexually compelling and infectious.

I joined her laughter, fighting off my boot and pulling dawn my jeans and underpants and Elaine giggled as she drew her knickers down her lovely legs.

And there we were – naked in the firelight.

Elaine pulled her legs apart, her vulva was a pink gash surrounded by chestnut curls, some black and straggly in her wetness. She eyed my rigid penis appraisingly, then licked her lips and said, “Now, David. I want you inside me. Now.”

I got on my knees between her legs and rolled back my foreskin to place my sticky cock-end against her silky flaps. Elaine shuddered at the sensation. “Go on.” she commanded.

Slowly, oh so slowly, I pushed myself into her. Elaine’s cunt was hot and very wet, but also tight. She whimpered and bit her lip. I stopped.

“No…don’t stop….please,” she rasped. I pushed on, I was longing to thrust hard and fast, but desperate not to hurt this amazing girl.

“Oh God, David. This is so….ow…yes…more…” Her eyes were shut tight, her jaw clenched, I could see tears coming down, I paused again. “Oh fuck, David, please. Give it to me. All the way.” She pushed her hips against me until I was in as far as I could go. I heard a rumble in her chest, which emerged as a deep, breathy chuckle.

“Oh ho, oh yes. Sooooo good.” she took a large breath and sighed deeply. “Do it.  Fuck me, David, fuck me hard,” she laughed.

I needed no second telling and pounded her pudendum for all I was worth. Elaine’s hips bucked and thrust to my rhythm, her legs wrapped around my back. Suddenly she grew rigid and howled. A howl that ended in a peel of laughter as Elaine orgasmed again.

Between gasps and giggles, Elaine demanded, “Roll over! On your back.” I held her tight and flipped her over, so that my lover was now on top. “Look at me, David, Look at me.”

Elaine was riding my cock, mashing her breasts in her hands, her smiling mouth wide and sensuous. As she put her hands through her hair, I noticed with surprising pleasure, the feathery bronze curls under her arms.

“I can’t hold on, Elaine. I can’t!”

“I don’t want you to, silly. I want you to let go inside me, I want to feel it!” she ground my hips, clenching her cunt. “Do it!” She laughed. “I want you to spunk me! Go on! Spunk!”

I lived those days in fear of making girls pregnant, but that was too much. I couldn’t stop for anything. I roared as I ejaculated like a firehose.

Elaine cheered and laughed and clamped my coming cock in her tight tantalizing quim.

When I had spent, I fell back on floor and Elaine collapsed on top of me, still giggling. Our shiny bodies reflecting the flames of the fire.

After a few moments, Elaine lifted her head and wiped her glasses, she was grinning like the cat that had got the cream, and a worry was seeping into my post-coital glow that that was exactly what she was.

It must have shown on my face because her smile faded and she asked in a tiny voice, “What’s the matter, David? Was it not…good? Did I do it wrong?”

I hugged her to me. “No, sweetheart. No. That was amazing! You were….you are wonderful!”

She was now sobbing in my chest, “Oh good. I was so worried. You’re so experienced. I wanted it to be good for you…”

“Better than good, you are a very sexy girl, Elaine.” I put my face to hers to kiss her when she winced.

“Oh no!” she whimpered. Another stab of pain showed in her face. “Oh shit. Not now!”

I felt her fanny grip my slackening tool.

“Oh bugger, bugger, bugger. I’m so sorry, David.”

“What?” I was really worried now.

“Stay still, really still.” she started to lift herself off me. Released from its fleshy embrace, my cock slapped onto my belly, sticky and gloopy with sperm, girl-come and crimson menstrual blood!

“Oh no!” cried Elaine, “Look at the mess I’ve made of you.”

It was my turn to laugh now.

“Oh don’t!” she chid, “it’s so embarrassing.” As she stood up, astride of me, another gory gobbet dropped from her onto my abs and splashed red. “Ow. I need to go and…sort myself out. Don’t move. Not an inch, David. I mean it.”

I giggled as I watched her waddle to the door, her round bum jiggling as she tried to walk with her thighs clamped together.

 

I put my hands behind my head and stared at the window, it was getting dark outside and the snow was still falling thickly. But I was as warm as toast, inside and out. I had found someone I wanted to be with and the world, despite the winter, was a warmer place.

 

Elaine was back within 5 minutes. Now clad in a pair of dark blue cotton panties with a sanitary towel bulge in the gusset. She carried a plastic bucket of hot soapy water.

“Time to clean you up, David.” she chirped, setting the bucket down beside me.

“I can do it,” I protested.

“Aye, but I  want to do it!” she found the discarded pink knickers and wiped the worst of the blood with it. “A wee bit of evidence for the laundry basket, eh?” Then she brought a warm soapy flannel out and started to wash my belly, then my cock.

“Isn’t it funny?” She said, “so big and hard before, but now soft and loose.” as she gently washed me, inspecting my penis with great interest.

“It’ll be hard again, if you keep sitting there with your tits out, rubbing and playing with it.”

Elaine straightened her back, “Do you really like them, David? My….tits, I mean….it’s not as if they are anything special….”

“Elaine, you have gorgeous breasts and when you’ve finished washing, I’d really like to touch and squeeze and kiss them.”
Elaine blushed, “Maybe not today, David, they’re a wee bit tender with my period and all. But you are welcome to look.” she smiled.

As she washed around my balls, I felt myself start to thicken again. Elaine noticed it too. She put the flannel in the bucket and started to stroke the hardening flesh. “Oh, look at that.” she laughed, “Have I done this?”

“Yes,” I assured her, “because you are simply irresistible.”

She looked uncertain for a moment, before saying shyly, “Can you show me what to do with it? I’ve never, you know….”

So I gave her a quick tour of my parts and showed her how it like liked to be handled and in minutes she was wanking me like a pro! Her enthusiasm and delight was an amazing turn-on, and soon I was close.

“Oh David….how wet you are! I never knew boys could get wet.” if Elaine was having fun, I was in heaven,  “I love the feel of the head….Can I just rub my nipple with it. like this…Oooohhh…that’s lovely.”

That was enough for me – I shot my semen over her breast and she whooped in delight.

“Just as well I didn’t take that bucket back,” she laughed, flannelling her chest, “ and  I’ll need to buy myself a bigger candle.”

“You won’t need a candle, you’ll have the real thing!” I said.

“Hmmm, we’ll see.” she said, cuddling her warm body up against mine.

I was a bit perplexed. “What do you mean, ‘we’ll see’?” I asked.

“It’s a difficult year, David. I want to get into a good university. I need good grades.”

“What? So what was all this stuff you were saying earlier? About wanting me and stuff…”

“All true. Really. But we need to be realistic. I can’t let what Erica did to you happen to me.” she said.

“What?” I was getting repetitive.

“We share three classes, David. I’ve seen your grades drop this last month. I can’t allow that to happen to me.”

“But I would never…” I began.

“Don’t say it. Please. It is wonderful that you feel like that just now,” she hugged me tightly, “You can’t know how much. But let’s take it easy.”

“How can you say that? After this afternoon? How?”

Elaine took my face in her hands and looked in my eyes. “This afternoon was perfect. It couldn’t have gone better. When we kissed the other night I knew it could happen. I am so happy that it did.”

“You sound like you planned it this way.”

“Oh, I did. When I woke up this morning and my period hadn’t started, I knew it was possible. After that, things just fell into place and here we are.” She kissed my cheeks, I was wrestling with conflicting emotions.

“I’m not sure how I feel about that,” I admitted, “It’s like you…”

“Used you? Took advantage?” she interrupted. “David Armstrong, my feelings for you are very real, pretty huge and very hard to control. I’d like nothing better than to run away with you and do nothing but have sex for the next six months. But this is real life. I need those grades, I’ve got to get out of this place. I am utterly devoted to you, but you need to respect my ambition, my hopes and not let anything get in the way.”

“So no more sex?” I asked, sadly.

“After today? You’re kidding me!” she giggled, “but next time, I’ll make you work a bit harder before I give in!”

I felt myself relax. “It was that good?” I teased.

She suddenly became very serious. “David, do you know the reality of how girls round here lose their virginity? Usually to a bully, or a nag, or some smooth-talking chancer who’s only interested in what’s in your knickers. And where? For girls from Rookwood, or Cragbank or Roman Hill? Eh? A car seat, a bus shelter or drunk, in some stranger’s bed at a party. They get nothing to show for it but a sore fanny and a month praying for their period to come.”

I was silent. She continued.

“But me?” She looked over my body, taking her time. “I lost my virginity to the captain of the rugby team, a six-foot handsome stud!” she chuckled, “And we did it in front of an open fire, on Boxing Day, when snow was falling outside!” her smile broadened, “And my period started before we’d finished fucking!” She roared with laughter. “And you ask if it was good! It was fucking amazing! I swear to God, it’s a story I’m going to tell my grandchildren!”

I couldn’t help but join in her laughter.

And there we lay, in the first flush of new love, cuddling naked in the warmth of an open fire, while outside in winter darkness snow fell in huge flakes.

 

Merry Christmas Everybody.

May your festive season be filled with joy, with peace and with the laughter of love.

 

 

 

 

 


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