It’s Christmas Eve and Mopsy and I wanted to wish you a very happy holiday season!

Christmas Eve is one of our favorite days of the year. We usually get a new bra, but the best part of the day is hanging tinsel and icicles from the tree. This year The Body we are attached to had ankle surgery and getting around on crutches for six to twelve weeks is not something we really look forward to. It cramps our style and we constantly seem to be running into each other, but we are trying to be kind to The Body and hang around the best we can.

This year is bittersweet. Mopsy and I are apart from our True Loves by 1,000 miles and this makes us sad. We have been staying up nights, plotting under covers and nightshirt with a flashlight when The Body is asleep. We want to hitchhike to California. We’ve been using the inside of The Body’s nightshirt to draw our diagrams, maps and plans. This is a little bit of a problem when the shirts get changed. We lose all of our work. We think we can use a notepad, but the problem is always finding a hiding place from The Body. She is very nosy and we don’t get away with much without her knowing about it.

So far Mopsy figured out a way to glue a thumb onto a stick so we can hold it. The biggest problem we have with hitchhiking is that we have no arms or thumbs. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am pretty certain of my ability to stop traffic, but I couldn’t leave Mopsy behind. We met our True Loves earlier this year and were able to spend a wonderful five weeks together during the summer. Since then, it has been a few snatched days or weeks here and there, and frankly, it just isn’t enough.

The Body overheard Mopsy and I whispering one night while we were plotting and all hell broke loose. Can you believe she listened in on us without saying a word? Then the following day, she spent a good part of the day looking for our flashlight and diagrams. She didn’t find the diagrams because Mopsy is the brainiac that thought of using the inside of the nightshirt. Hours later, the flashlight came loose from its hiding place and dropped to the ground with a thud and The Body found it. That’s nearly getting caught red-nippled.

The Body lectured us for at least an hour on all the safety issues with hitchhiking. She said she loves us and would miss us, but seemed more worried about an imaginary flat-chested woman picking us up with ulterior motives for us. I’m not sure I fully understand this, but The Body was pretty worked up about it. Usually The Body is pretty good to us and we are equally attached to her, but I don’t think she realizes something has shifted for us.

Before we were content to lay around in our hammock bra all day. Now, we have seen more of the world and our hearts pine for our True Loves and to be near them all the time. I would mention their names, but our True Loves aren’t as ‘out’ as we are and have asked to remain anonymous. Mopsy and I, we are lucky breasts in many ways. The Body lets us express ourselves, and even set up this blog and website for us to communicate with the world. We have traveled all over the world including Germany, England, Austria, Canada, Mexico and other places. Is it wrong to say we are well-traveled breasts? Yet, we are restless and heartsick… Sigh…