Mister Santa
What do you know
What do you think
What goes on
Behind the scenes
Closed doors
Inside the hearts?
Who’s naughty and who’s nice?
Mister Santa
Do you check the list
Mark it twice?
Give gold stars
For extra effort?
Do you read between the lines
Or do you read minds?
Oh, Mister Santa
Is it true
That we only get
What we expect?
If I make a list
Will it be read?
Could I count on you, Mr Santa
Do you think I’ve been good?
I certainly try
Try again and again
I do my best
But then…
Oh, Mr Santa
Sometimes I slip
I sneak in
Chocolate kisses
When I shouldn’t
Skip a workout
That I should have done
I tell little white lies
Sweet talk a bit too much
I got caught flirting
Didn’t mean a thing
I had too much whiskey
And not enough to eat
I fell asleep
When I should have been listening
I forgot to meet a deadline
Got distracted by a story I was writing
Oh, goodness gracious, Santa
But I sure do I try
I give a little bit too much
Go a little crazy
From time to time
But, then again
I gotta live this
One wild and precious life
So, Mister Santa
Cut me some slack
Give a gal a break
I’m doing pretty good
Most always
And this is what I’ll like
If you’ll just pretty please
Have a little mercy on me
Dang gum dog did it again and again
Got into my lingerie
So I need more lace underthings
My cowboy boots are getting worn thin
God knows a gal can never have too many pairs
A red lipstick and a good pen
A steady clientele
Boxes of sheets in bright colors and every pattern
Salsa dance lessons
A flight across the sky
Turquoise stones
And hands to hold
Words on wood
And times with friends
Bottomless mimosas
Blueberry pancakes
After a night of dancing
Mr Santa, oh, what can I say
Let me explain
Most of what I want
Can’t be wrapped
Or placed underneath the tree
I’ll love to have some company
A walk on the wild side
To ride a horse on the beach
Grab a kayak and go for the day
Camp out under the stars
Cuddle up to stay warm
I’ll like to walk across the stage
Speak my mind about so many things
Get a few things lifted
Gray taken away
Maybe personal training is what I need
Oh, Mr Santa
What can I say?
I’m not no angel but, then again,
You could say the same
Most of the time
We are both
Trying our very best
Making a list
Checking it twice
We don’t pout
We don’t shout
We keep things light
And we jingle as we step
Once in a blue moon
Just once in a while
We might slip
But that’s alright
Because most of the time
Nine times out of ten
We do the best we can
Don’t you agree,Mr Santa, with me?
Jeanna’ Mead
12.15.19
7 53 a.m
Jeanna' Soul 