Upon awaking at the obscenely early hour of noon, I decided to go back to sleep...
...and was soon standing on a long line, waiting to sit in Santa's lap.
Santa? Excuse me,
Mirah. Mirah is an etherally voiced (and kinda purdy) young lady from the Pacific Northwest, writer and singer of childishly earnest queer love songs. Clearly, Santa, Mirah...same difference.
Upon sitting in her curvaceous lap, we two promptly began to face suck like aardvarks in estrus. I can't remember a thing after that.