NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE—DECEMBER
25, 1996
Knock-knock-knock. Ring-ring-ring.
April opened the door of her townhome located in North
Nashville. She had no family, and she never celebrated holidays. Someone at her
door on Christmas Day was very unusual for her.
“Hey, there, beautiful. Santa Claus has come to town.
Have you been naughty or nice?”
Marc wagged his eyebrows at her, leaning on the door
jam with a red Santa cap on his fluffy head, wearing a makeshift Santa Claus
suit. His smirk was priceless. His chest bare because he didn’t have the Santa
Claus jacket buttoned. On his exposed well-built body was a trail of hair from
his belly button to halfway up his abdomen. On his lower extremities, he wore
tight red velvet swashbuckler pants squeezing HIS package in a very attractive
way, which April couldn’t help noticing.
Photographer April Dawn Lewis
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