Twas the night before Christmas and Santa slid straight down my chimney He devoured my milk and cookies and pulled out his Naughty List My name was on there first I straddled Santa’s sleigh His North Pole slid inside my stocking He grabbed handfuls of my sugar plums He’s quite jolly and why wouldn’t he be? The naughtiest girl of them all is now the golden star on his Christmas tree He wanted to be like Rudolph’s red nose and follow him up and down While my back curved like a candy cane He likes his bells to be jingled While he decks my walls with balls of fury He dreamt of a White Christmas anyway He sprays his eggnog all over my back I’m his Vixen now I belong to Santa, and I am a happy Ho, Ho, Ho! I belong on his naughty list, and I can’t wait until next year! © 2025 Mia J
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