<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Pvt. Blue Eyes on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/pvt.-blue-eyes/</link><description>Recent content in Pvt. Blue Eyes on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/pvt.-blue-eyes/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Home for the Holidays 2: Candy Canes and Mistletoe</title><link>/stories/2009/01/27/home-for-the-holidays-2-candy-canes-and-mistletoe/</link><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/01/27/home-for-the-holidays-2-candy-canes-and-mistletoe/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="homefortheholidays.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home for the Holidays 1: A Visit from Santa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Candy Canes and Mistletoe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Christmas morning came and went as the children unwrapped presents under the tree.  She couldn’t help but smile as each tag dedicated to “Santa” was read as she glanced with a secret smile at her husband across the room.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On the inside, as she prepared the holiday meal, she began to wonder – was it a one time deal?  Was it just one secret night with Santa or would she feel the ecstasy and passion again that can only come from being completely helpless?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Home for the Holidays 1: A Visit from Santa</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/home-for-the-holidays-1-a-visit-from-santa/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/home-for-the-holidays-1-a-visit-from-santa/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: A Visit from Santa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;With snow falling outside her windows she sat on the couch in pure frustration.  In the background, the Christmas satellite radio station played Christmas carols from all ages as she sat and stared at the tree until the lights began to blur and form a halo around it’s delicate branches.  The twang of a country guitar wafted through the room as she heard Dolly croon about her childhood and a “Hard Candy Christmas”.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>