know. It was naughty and nice…like the Christmas song. Maybe Santa won‘t come for naughty me with his presents!" "He might cum just looking at you," I said. I laughed at that, sipped the wine and said: "He’ll come for you or maybe his helper. It was both naughty and very nice. You know, Santa has a dog." Sherry swallowed her wine, saying: "Hopefully he’s a dog like your Toby!" "You mean OUR Toby!" and we all laughed at that looking over at Toby at his water bowl oblivious to