I am dressed to the nines for a yearly event I am a part of – two very good friends and I get together every three months and have too much to drink, too much gossip, and too much fun.
We are gliding back through the night sky, the reindeer stretching and grabbing the invisible spance of air. “Are you ok, Kid?” Santa asks quietly. “Yeah. It was a bit of a crush to my otherwise frivolous Christmas behavior though,
The sleigh leaps and whirls into the sky, the stars whipping past with such clarity that I want to reach out and grab them. There is the soft jingle of the bells as we fly, and Santa adjusts the volume