Jingle Bells

Teresa had always wondered at the couples riding the open carriages in the park. She thought that it was silly, at the same time she was envious of the love that they always seemed to share. She had once thought that she would like to have someone take her on a carriage ride. She had a dream, in the cool of the winter, a warm blanket on her lap, her lover at her side. The lover was always fuzzy. Never one mad who filled the roll. She had stopped wishing and dreaming. Some things were better left in the past.