I sure did ask some guy who was my age and missing one of his front teeth what he wanted for Christmas. At least he was fun about it and replied, "My two front teeth!" Apparently he had gotten into a fight a few days before and had his tooth knocked out. My repy...I pointed to my right front tooth and said,"Mine's fake too...so don't worry, your tooth could look this good." To which he inquired, "A fight?" and I smiled with chagrin, "No, I fell over drunk and broke it all on my own." He gave me a little squeeze hug and said, "Have a good night girl, I'll talk to you when I have a tooth."

Not quite what Prince Charming would've said, now is it?