by James S. Dorr
"All one wants for Christmas, really, after one reaches a certain age, is no more than what we have here, don't you think?" I winked as I said this -- she knew what I meant. "Good food, good drink." I smiled as I raised my glass. "Good conversation, just you and I. The company, for me, of a beautiful woman."
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