Chapter 32
Poppy
Dear Santa,
It's twelve days to Christmas and I'm not asking for much.
Just a few things.
First, I want Daddy's c.o.c.k. I know that's not something you stock at the North Pole but I've been very patient and I think twelve days is plenty of time to arrange something. He keeps saying I haven't earned it yet and Santa I really think I have. I've been on my knees every morning. I've worn everything he picked out. I've been very, very good.
Mostly.
Second, I want the Chanel perfume. The pink one. Daddy said it smells like me and I want to smell like me all the time so he thinks about me when I'm not there which is a lot lately because he's been very busy and I don't like it.
Third, I want Daddy to come home for dinner. Like actual dinner. At the table. Where he looks a
