I Trust Santa


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Dear Santa Claus,

My name is Doris and I am 50 years old. I have been a very good girl this year. Or was I? Apart from harping at my kids, I have taken my supplements every day, only not on Fridays (no meals, no food supplementing pills). Apart from stressing my brains with matters that I’ve got no control over, I’ve found so much bliss in numerous orgasmic escapades (by myself or taking hubby along with his cameras). Apart from indulging in savoring an ice cream, or a cake, I did my best not to feel guilty about it.

I help Mommy because she really needs me, and I listen to Hubby when he tells me to suck him clean. Yummy, yummy!

I am also nice to my little sister, even though we hadn’t talked for a decade or so. But now we do and this is progress!

Thank you for all the presents last year. They were all really great, and I played with most of them a lot. This year I would like to have mom and my little sister together with hubby and all my four kids around for Christmas, to communicate with all and each of them even if our worlds are (drifting) so far apart, and more eyes to see and more ears to hear about staying healthy and happy. I really really want the happiness thing!

Please give my love to Mrs. Claus, the elves, and all the reindeer, especially Rudolph (have you seen the photo with me wearing the Rudolf socks?). I will leave some carrots for the reindeer (if hubby won’t eat them all on the sly) next to your almond milk (only 2% almonds and the rest is water – at two Euros per liter I’d call this extortion) and oat flakes cookies (totally sugar free).

Love,
Doris

My new Rudolph socks...

My new Rudolph socks…

Ask a grown up kid if she, or he, believes in Santa and you’ll get the typical derisive answer. Our society is too serious and too busy with other lies, of epic dimensions, and with entire global departments passing myths into laws. If you believe in retarded politics, in rights for lunatics, in blood and money, in the system, then you won’t (you can’t) believe in Santa.

I trust Santa!
This is why I live
in a parallel universe,
where ponies are pink
and you can touch the rainbows;
where pork and crab are anything
but food;
where sugar and yeast
are poisons;
where herbs and teas,
vitamins and minerals
are healing the body
as a whole;
where disease is
not a target
but an imbalance
to restore;
where gardens are green
and flowery colored;
where nudity is art
and nakedness the norm;
where making love is 
a true delight.

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“If the world started communicating openly and honestly about sex, instead of perpetuating the current paradigm of hardcore porn on the one side and a sanctimonious, puritanical view towards sex on the other side, we would be one step closer to world peace. There’s no doubt that when everyone in the world is having more sex, better sex and feeling good about themselves as sexual beings, the world will be a much better place.”

Cindy Gallop, sextech evangelist – in an interview for Gadgette.

2 thoughts on “I Trust Santa

    1. Aw, You were a very good boy indeed, Bill.
      Here are my very sweet smiles and hugs: xoxo 🙂 xoxo 🙂 xoxo 🙂
      Dunno how to put a photo in comments, so guess that I’ll post a photo next.
      Love and hugs and Happy Nikolaus Day!!
      Doris – Mwuahh, mwuahhh

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