Naughty do I be…

In this season of Santa,

Not to forget the baby in the manger,

Naughty I do be, no more can I be stranger,

But do not worry, I do not present any subsequent danger…

Coal in my stocking,

My life is in hocking,

Have to buy gifts,

I don’t mean to be here shocking…

Santa does know me quite well,

I once did meet him after I stole his sleigh,

So? I did try to his sleigh sell,

But I needed to buy gifts, he should have understood,

I did try to get a good price, what can I say, I did once go astray…

So now I am on his naughty list,

If you can understand, can you get my gist?

I really did try; I did not want him to get pissed,

But that sleigh, with all the bells and whistles,

I could not restrain myself, I just could not resist…

                © ed ~ 12/20/04