When one is an Elf, and the nights are soooo long and sooooo cold, can one really blame said Elf for finding a little warmth and comfort in the arms of a fine-looking man?
This morning we discovered that Christmas had been dancing the night away with the Nutcracker Prince!
What can I say? We are both suckers for a man in uniform.
(Especially when that uniform accentuates certain "ASS-ets!")