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Santa�s Baby

I�ve stayed up all night,
hoping to catch you
coming down my chimney with care.

Milk and cookies in their rightful place,
As I wait, I sit in my chair.

Maybe, I could have dressed
a little more decently, but I didn�t
think you�d mind.
After all, you are Santa.
And if you didn�t know, you�d find out in due time.

There�s a knock at my door,
so loudly, it startled me.
I look upon my clock,
At this hour, who could it be?

Glancing through the peephole,
My heart leaps in my chest.
Because you are quite the sight.
But Santa, why aren�t you coming down my chimney, tonight?

As I open the door, I start with
�Santa, here�s the truth,
I�ve been a really bad girl this year.
I tried so hard to be good, but what�s the use?�

With a smirk you silence me, with a finger to my lips.
�Are you going to invite me inside,
or keep talking Miss?�

I step aside,
your heavy footsteps are the only thing I hear.
My cheeks flush red, as you draw near.
�I�ve come here tonight, to grant you your wish.
Not to hear why you�re on my naughty list.�

Embarrassment flashes in my eyes,
I didn�t think he�d gotten my list,
so imagine my surprise.
I didn�t know what to ask for,
couldn�t think of a thing or two,
so simply, all i wrote on my list was, �You.�

Therefore, tonight is everything but silent,
moans, gasps and sighs
The feelings so vibrant.

Clearly Santa is good at more
than spreading Christmas Cheer.
He�s also good at driving me mad
while whispering in my ear.
Telling me how he�s glad that i�ve been
so bad this year.

As I come undone, I think to myself
that somehow, maybe,
that this year, I might have become
Santa�s Baby.

💚Merry Christmas❤️

- Poetic Gawdess