One night. One playful dare. A spicy spin on hide and seek.
Knox,
The stockings are hung, the lights are low, The kids are gone so it’s time for show. A hint of lace, a playful dare, A "reindeer game"… one we can share.
A clue in your pocket, one more by the bed, The last leads to where our fire once led. Follow the trail, unwrap what you see, And maybe you’ll find the gift is... me.
