I could sense mischief in the air
As I heard his footsteps on the stairs
He was such a delightful sight to see
Dressed all in red with rosy cheeks
I tried not to giggle as he held my chin
While he tried to hold back his mischievous grin
He's not really Santa, you see
He's the wonderful man who married me
I could taste candy cane on his lips
when he gave me that yuletide kiss,
under the archway making Mistletoe mischief.
By Apryl Lipscomb 12-13-06 ©
Just a bit of Christmas fun !!! Peter I know you love this one
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It has become, like, Gather Christmas nostalgia, now.
ha ha
Good stuff.
Merry Christmas ! ! !