Naughty List Royalty

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!

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