It’s a small miracle, but there it is: around the table are about twenty Spanish mini monsters, all silent. Drawing, cutting, gluing, ripping, colouring, sharpening pencils, stencilling, and doing any other thing you can imagine with the stuff on the table. And under the table. And with the table itself. A thumbs up with a cheery “Bonito!” for the about 4 years old girl showing me her coloured reindeer. Two proudly sparkling eyes. No phones. No yelling. No arguing. Like I said, a small miracle. Maybe they are all behaving because they are waiting to meet Santa.
To be honest, I am also quite nervous to meet Santa. The normal Santa is ill, and for obvious reasons none of our regular workers can be Santa, so to my surprise it’s one of the local entrepreneurs. I know him well. Very well. More well than anybody knows as we are keeping us a secret, for now. I smile and feel my cheeks turn red as I realise: he is my secret Santa tonight. Quickly I look around, the restaurant is full of tourists and co-workers. Nobody notices. I grab some paper and pencils and join the kids in making a letter for Santa.
‘Dear Santa’ I write in big curly letters
‘This is my first letter to you ever. I hope you don’t mind. I come from a country in which we celebrate Christmas a bit differently. But when in Rome, do as the Romans do… As I understood, I should write you what I want for Christmas so it’s easier for you to find the right gifts. But here is the thing: I don’t need anything. I have all the stuff I need. As most of my stuff is scattered around friends and family for long-term borrowing or storage, I could even argue I have too much stuff. Way too much. So, I guess my wish list is a bit different than most and don’t worry if it’s not possible, I won’t hold it against you. We all do what we can do.
My whole life I have dreamed of a lot of things, and I was always too scared to try. I am not scared anymore. I want to learn as much as possible, try as much as possible. I want to life live, instead of dreaming of life. The past year I have started to try and there is still so much I haven’t done, so that’s my Christmas wish: new experiences. It doesn’t really matter what, but I will give you some inspiration: feeling two men inside me at the same time, or even three; being blindfolded in a room with multiple people, all touching me, watching me, showering me in their warm cum; having sex with a woman and a man at the same time; using a remote control vibrator in a fancy restaurant; being handcuffed to the bed and being used, in a good way; making the erotic pictures to illustrate my erotic short stories; making a five course dinner and using the kitchen as a playground; and much, much more. The thing is, dear Santa, there is a lot I haven’t done yet. And everything I have never done, I want to do with you.’