DIRTY TREATS
I was searching for the box of Christmas decorations in the garage when I stumbled upon the old, dusty glass jar.
The dusty glass jar filled with folded paper slips that my wife and I wrote out years ago, long before our wedding bells chimed. Naughty scrawled ideas, like a filthy little tombola…
It was like finding magical treasure that sparked a million memories. A million dirty ones.
As dirty as all hell, if those memories served me true…
Sure, we haven’t been getting a lot of alone time lately, what with our jobs and the kids and all.
But I’m going to serve it up to her this Christmas Eve – our filthy tombola from the past.
Our Christmas Eve date night.
No kids. No interruptions. Just me and my wife and a jar full of dirty treats.
I just hope she’s ready for a whole damn sack load of them.
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