Christmas morning was always a big thing at our house. We opened presents and then Mary would go in the kitchen and make a huge breakfast of bacon, eg...gs, sausage, hash browns, biscuits and gravy.Even after our kids had grown up Mary and I would sit in front of our tree on Christmas mornings and open our few presents. Then the phone would ring and the kids and grandkids said they would all be over for breakfast.It's funny how you remember these special times. I guess in the future, the memories. "Aye and we'll be there as well, a little fun and games will be just what we need!" A voice said and entering the village was a group of small people at the head of which was..."Puck? What are you doing here? And why aren't you looking after Clancy?" I asked in surprise."Oh, there be others capable, but where else could I be but where the action be?" Puck countered."You see milord; we want to follow you so lead us!" Forester said sticking his sword into the ground in exclamation."Aye, lead us. Her room is nearer and we make for it. She fumbles with the keys, but then we are in. Our mouths meet, lips gliding over lips, then tongues meet sliding over each other, we share saliva. I explore her teeth and note that she had marmalade on her toast. I protrude my tongue and she sucks on it greedily, I nibble her lip gently, but still draw blood. We are naked, we stare in each other’s eyes, and our pupils are dilated. We groom each other running our fingers through each other hair and picking. Perpetually enclosed in the bushes and the overhang from trees. Today, it's raining, which makes the journey home all the more pleasant. Times like these I really start to wonder just what it is I'm doing; I ought to just get the bus home, and put up with it for the scant half-hour it takes to meander through the local villages. Times like these I can really despise myself.***Who am I?What am I?And why?***Nearly home now. There's the turn into my village, and it's time for the great debate..