The Christmas Tree

I wouldn’t say it was instant attraction, at least not on her side. She kept muttering comparisons about last year's chap, as she tried to remember just how tall he had been, and assessed the other fellas standing around.

Still, fuck him and fuck them, because she chose me. And took me home immediately.

That was nice for the ego. And we snuggled in for the winter, or December even. I don’t mean to brag, or sound conceited, but she was utterly entranced by me at first and would often just sit and stare – totally in awe of my beauty. Admittedly, a lot of that was down to the way she dressed me: she was quite controlling like that. She liked me all done up, and a little camp tbh. And I liked it too. Her attention to detail made me glow – it was like she flicked a switch and I lit up all over.

But fickle is her heart, and our love affair ended quickly. She gave me no explanation, she simply stripped me and tossed me out naked into the street. I guess she was sobering up. And I could feel her mind was already drifting to summer. And work. She had no more time to be merry, nor to dance around me. I was a Christmas fling, but oh what a fling it was.

HER: Goodbye little tree.