On the night before Christmas, I couldn't help staring, at my sister's new outfit, or how much it was sharing; I dragged her aside, thought of any excuse, she just smiled, laughed, and whispered "it's you that I'll choose."
Yeah, yeah. I know… as a 52-year-old, I should wear a conservative, one piece swimsuit that wouldn’t get me kicked out of the community pool. But fuck it.
