1/1 Arts World: My present it is YOU

The anticipation has become unbearable. I put on my Santa costume – just the red velvet cap and slit stockings with white fur. My reflection in the dark window taunts: I am the promised surprise. The candles burn low. I await his footsteps, knowing he will come not for milk and cookies. His gift is me, wrapped in satin and lace, ready to be unwrapped like the most forbidden sweet. Let him claim what is his.