Frosty Fiction: Shane and Galen

Shane whistled, draping Christmas lights over the dock. The house was lit, the driveway. Car port. Barn. Bait shop. There was a moving lit-up alligator and eight flamingos in the front yard, sparkling palm trees on the back porch, and an inflatable Rudolph bobbing in the pool. The door had a rainbow sparkly wreath, the porch light was red, and the doorbell sang jingle bells.

The dogs had on Christmas collars.

He had on one red and one green flip flop and Grinch boxer shorts. 

December was here. 

He was ready. Like whoa ready. 

He looked down at his chest, the battery operated LED blinking lights clipped to his nipple rings just merry as fuck. 

Now, all he needed was his Galen to come home from helping Momma at her new house so that the man could admire.