I would wish for him.
You know the him I mean.
I bet you see how I look at him while the snow falls on his hair.
I bet you know exactly how I feel while we hold hands.
You probably even know this little secret I have, Santa.
No, I'm not pregnant, and I didn't commit a crime.
You see, Santa.
I have something to confess.
I love him, you know.
I couldn't help it.
Somewhere between all the laughs, smiles, scraped knees, fights, hugs, kisses, stolen glances, moonlight nights, and watching him sleeping...
I fell in love with him.
So, Santa.
The only thing I want for Christmas is to wake up next to him.
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