All I want for Christmas is… ah, convention dictates that I say you. Yes, YOU.
You, who’s so vain you probably think this story is about you. I don’t like feeling as if I’m part of a gang of non-discriminatory females, too dazzled by good looks and superficial charm to see the man beyond.
There you go. I AM that woman – helplessly obsessed with a man who on paper isn’t a good bet and who is a workaholic.
But a man who brings so much joy to the world and delivers so many presents? Santa, I’m a smitten kitten.