With Christmastime rolling around, I am reminded again of the Christmas I really fell in love with Mia.

After a great farewell fuck that first weekend she spent with me, I declined her pleas that I accompany her to her family’s Christmas gathering.

Five minutes after her reluctant departure, I was sorry I hadn’t gone with her. An hour later, my loneliness for her was like the hollow ache of mourning. She phoned Christmas Eve, and her whispered “I miss you” somehow got me through Christmas Day. The next morning, I was tossing a bag into the car, ready to drive to her, when her red VW clattered around the corner and zipped into the parking space beside me. Sure enough, it was Mia.

“Santa sent me,” she said, flashing her radiant smile. “Can a girl get breakfast around... Read More