Down on my knees, smelling his cheese, I have a mouthful of him. He’s jolly, fat, and wears a red hat, that has a white fur trim He screams “Ho Ho Ho!” how did he know, that was my profession? I feel like a Catholic schoolgirl, giving her first confession! He says he loves my cookies, and he wants to give me some milk. He already came down my chimney, stuffed my stocking of silk, I‘ve really been a good little girl, his gift sack I will bilk! I know that when I’m finished, my fragrant Christmas wreath he’ll trim. And Oh! The presents I will get from just one mouthful session! It makes me so proud, to taste the gifts of Santa and his Ilk!
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