‘I know,’ I smile sweetly, blushing as pink as the meat.
‘Merry Christmas,’ he says, raising his glass, the only one with something extra in it.
‘Merry Christmas,’ I reply, knowing it will be, soon #WriteCBC
‘I know,’ I smile sweetly, blushing as pink as the meat.
‘Merry Christmas,’ he says, raising his glass, the only one with something extra in it.
‘Merry Christmas,’ I reply, knowing it will be, soon #WriteCBC