Someone wants, as in the old nursery rhymes, to have two front teeth grow at Christmas, or to have a hippopotamus waiting under the tree. But this doesn't apply to me. Too corny. Although I wasn’t going to sit on Santa’s lap and ask for a boyfriend. In my defense, I had bumped into the man of my dreams at the store just ten minutes earlier, so I wasn't thinking clearly or using my head. Hmm... although when have I ever thought with my head and not with my head? I didn’t even imagine that I would see the tall, dark-haired handsome man who pushed me again. But it seems fate—or Santa—has other plans, because we met by chance the very next evening. Is my Christmas wish coming true? Looks like it's true. And imagine my surprise when, upon arriving at my parents' house for the holidays, I learned that my sister asked Santa for the same thing I did... and her gift arrived early. Yes, my sister found herself a new handsome guy and he is perfect. He is charming, my parents adore him, and even the cat Lucifer, who is the very fiend of hell, tolerates him. Um... by the way, did I mention that my sister's boyfriend is the man of my dreams? The one that was supposed to appear under my Christmas tree. Yeah. Merry damn Christmas to me. Someone pass the hot buttery rum. A fun and touching slash story about Christmas awaits you.