It’s Christmas eve. We have an empty nest. All of our cubs are far away. We both like the idea of Christmas lights and a tree in the living room. We talked about decorating a few times. Then we looked at one another and decided it wasn’t worth the trouble. Of course, our house is surrounded by 150 foot cedar and pine trees. So, in a real way, we have holiday trees all year round.
I love sentimental movies. The TV schedules are loaded with them. “Miracle on 34th Street” and “It’s A Wonderful Life” never fail to bring a tear to my eye.
Mrs. Lion and I are going to have our own Christmas dinner for two. We’ll have a turkey breast, stuffing, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, homemade cranberry sauce, and pie for dessert. I’m looking forward to cooking.
It’s uncharacteristically cold here. Today it’s in the high 30’s F. Our winters are generally warmer and wetter. When the sun comes out, all the nice warmth that rolls in from the Pacific ocean rises up and draws cold air from Canada in to chill us. Like many homes in this area, our heat pump isn’t really up to keeping us warm when the mercury goes below freezing. I’m very lucky that Mrs. Lion lets me wear a t-shirt on days like this.
I suspect that very few guys find chastity devices under their Christmas trees. Wouldn’t it be cool if a loving wife who refused to lock her man, secretly planned to surprise him with a chastity device on Christmas morning? Maybe saying yes too quickly is a mistake. What a great gift opportunity a chastity device would be.
It’s too bad that this doesn’t happen. I can just imagine how magical that would feel. Christmas is a time for wishes to come true. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, hoping that soon a chastity device would be there.
Sexual wish fulfillment is rarely considered a gift for this holiday season. Too bad. I know, this is a wholesome, family-friendly holiday. Children are at its nexus. That doesn’t mean Mrs. Klaus can’t surprise Santa at bedtime. Or, visa versa.