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santa baby my mistletoe awaits for thee©Christmas Christmas it's so near but there's no room for me here, i'm so tired but the holiday inn has closed never to welcome me again. I was good but it's too late to find heavenly peace i can't wait, everyone else wants to be in the loop i just want the lost time to regroup. The spirit of christmas was in his kiss, his arms branched out to me the greatest gift pure gold and shiny. He wore his heart like an ornament it was christmas everyday where he went, his rosy cheeks and cheery laughter are missed in this house long after. But Santa Baby lives in my heart i was on his nice list from the start, my jolly babe in joyland my every wish was his command. He's still my pride and joy his gift of love better than any toy, a good elf was never hard to find for i lived to please him and didn't mind. Copyright© 2011 santa baby please hurry home to me alright!! Sally Vote for this poem |
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