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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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