Tinsel My Tree

The snow is deep in Wyoming, but so are the feelings buzzing around my frozen heart.

It was a weird time of the year to help out on a ranch, but the rich old man I got a job with needed some extra help.

Little did I know that his well-to-do daughter would be prancing around the house, taking my attention and stealing my breath.

The decorations are up, and the mood is festive, but I’m locked in lust with the bosses little girl, which is the last place in the world I should be.

If Santa had a naughty list, this girl would be on it – namely because I helped her get there.

Merry Christmas to me.