A Poem for Santa: A Little Bit Naughty - A Little Bit Nice

Oh Santa,

I don't have to think twice;

I'm a little bit naughty

and a little bit nice.

Sometimes I'm a good girl

Sometimes I'm bad

But don't forget me, Santa

or I'll be so sad.

I have a thing you see,

for a fat man dressed in red,

and I know you could make

those sugarplums dance

merrily in my head.

My stockings are hung by the fire

a little bit lacy, I know...

But I thought the sight might warm you, Santa

after being out in the snow.

I would love for us to sit by the fire

and look at the Christmas tree,

I'd love to whisper into your ear,

as you "ho-ho" merrily.

Your cheeks would be so rosy;

I might take off your hat,

I might just rub your tummy so round,

What would you think of that?

I might give you hot chocolate,

or rub your aching feet;

I might bake you some cookies

and give you something sweet.

Stay awhile, dear Santa;

I'm not trying to deceive;

I just want some company

on this Christmas Eve.