While baking cookies tonight with the kids, we were preparing the night for Santa to come. We do this every year. We cook dinner, Bake cookies and relax for the evening. Today, was a little different. It felt like something was missing. The Christmas spirit was just not there, not the same. I cooked, we baked and we are getting ready to join my clients/friends at a Christmas party at their house. We started to clean up the mess we had made baking for Santa.
I started to get the children and myself ready when it hit me. I was so busy and I know now what I was missing. It was you. It would have been complete to have you here with us baking cookies, eating dinner and ready to hit the streets to friends and celebrate Christmas. Boy, I miss not having you. Even if I never actually felt you in this life, but I do remember in our past life. I remember the way you held me, kissed me, and how we made love. Yes, I miss that and I want this back!
I want to have you in our kitchen baking cookies, help cleaning up, eating and playing around like kids. I can imagine us throwing flour around and licking the icing off of our lips. I can imagine us telling the kids stories of Santa and watching a family movie until the kids are ready to go to bed. I can see us sneaking the presents under the tree and celebrate in bed. Having an outburst of Christmas passion. Making you moan with joy. Having you want Christmas every single day!
Lancelot, I miss you and you are the missing piece in my life. I cannot wait until you and I become one again.
Let me bake you in bed like you deserve to be.
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