All of me

Christmas has come and I'm happy to say, I've gifted my girl in a really big way. Instead of a hammock, razors or bath salts, this year I'll give her something worthy of vaults. So she opens the present, and looks at me quizzically, 'This is your beard,' she says quite civilly. I thought she'd squirm, or give me a bad stare, but instead she screamed 'I love it!' and threw it in the air. She embraced me fully and we began to make out, the beard trimmings falling on our tongues and our snouts. So Christmas is lovely, and I feel quite blessed--my girl loves all of me, even in jest.

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