A Man For Christmas
I needed a man!
I was getting on at the ancient age of 27. The struggles of life! Seeing my friends coupling up in marriages and cohabiting relationships. I probably didn’t want a man. I just needed one you know. Older peer pressure. I thought all this in my head.
I had been roped into bringing my niece to see Santa in the North Pole by my busy brother who said I wasn’t busy. One more thing to be self-conscious about. Still watching Santa giving her a present warmed my heart away from my thoughts. She ripped it open in glee and thanked Santa.
Santa’s shift ended. He handed me a piece of paper with his phone number on it. He pulled down his beard.
“But Santa’s not gay.”, I teased.
“In real life Santa’s very gay. I’m Dylan by the way.”
“Simon.”, I smiled.
I definitely wanted this man!
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