I Got Proposed To By Santa Claus

Christmastime always transformed me.

It made my heart expand in my chest, placing me in perpetual rapture for at least two months out of the year. I was inevitably intoxicated by the twinkling lights, the smell of cookies baking, our family’s annual trip to the tattered Christmas display at Fountains of Wayne. But riding the subway while donning a Santa suit required a certain extra something… an un-self-consciousness that allowed you to pretend that everything was business as usual, despite the fact that you were wearing a dirndl made out of a Christmas tree skirt from the dollar store. I didn’t really have that something, but I was trying to pull it off as best I could. It helped that I wasn’t alone. Somehow, I had talked my boyfriend into joining me. Read more

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