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"Cookies"
He's Santa at the mall
where kids stand in a row
with their doting mothers
there to watch the show
One young girl sits and asks
St Nick for a little sister
He eyes her mom and thinks
heated thoughts burn like a blister
With a voice Mom is sure to hear
and a wink for her to see
He pipes, 'You will receive this gift
just leave your MILF and cookies under the tree'
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