Dear Step-Santa,

The last thing I wanted for Christmas was a shockingly gorgeous new stepbrother. And I certainly didn’t want to play elf to your Santa at my mother’s charity event or sneak off to kiss you under the mistletoe. Ok, maybe I wanted that at the time, but it can’t happen again. It’s too naughty.

Is it bad I can’t stop fantasizing about all the ways you can deck my halls so I can fa la la la la all night long?

It is, I know.

I can’t control myself.

What I re...
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Dear Step-Santa,

The last thing I wanted for Christmas was a shockingly gorgeous new stepbrother. And I certainly didn’t want to play elf to your Santa at my mother’s charity event or sneak off to kiss you under the mistletoe. Ok, maybe I wanted that at the time, but it can’t happen again. It’s too naughty.

Is it bad I can’t stop fantasizing about all the ways you can deck my halls so I can fa la la la la all night long?

It is, I know.

I can’t control myself.

What I really want for Christmas is to stop craving you all the time.

I’ll need a Christmas miracle.

Signed,

Winter
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