for years I dreamt of that every Christmas eve when I went to bed. Never happened of course.
Aww, reminds me of Christmas when I was twelve. I used to spend every waking moment that I could, helping at the local riding school. On Christmas morning, my twelfth birthday I was taken there and told to look in one of the stables. Inside was a little grey mare. I was told she was mine. Have never forgotten that moment
for years I dreamt of that every Christmas eve when I went to bed. Never happened of course.