By terry
Date: 18 December 2000

Under The Tree

Here I sit
Waiting
Patiently marking the hours by the ticks of the clock
As it as it chimes the quarter hour.
Well past midnight,
The house is quiet now
Peaceful and serene
But earlier it was alive
In sight and sound and smell as you went about preparing for tomorrow.
The big day
When you get rewarded
For being the nicest naughty girl ever.
But man was I surprised to be called into this service  by the big guy,
To find out from Santa that I was the only thing on your list this year.
Man did I fight that notion at first
The very thought that you would even think such a thing.
Dear God.
But how could I possibly say no.
When the truth of the matter is
You are all I need this Christmas.
All I want and desire, too.
So here I sit
Wrapped in that pretty gold paper you like
With a large red ribbon around my bare midriff
And I know Santa won’t mind that I ate his cookies already
And chugged his glass of milk
But darling, it will take your sweet lips to lick up the crumbs
From my mustache and beard.
And I can’t wait for morning
When you find me under your tree
With a huge smile and little else
But offering you a heart the size of Texas
And a love deeper than any sea.

Merry Christmas, darling.
Come unwrap your gift now.
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