Hey, John, you're back!!! I actually missed you!! I'm still holding CAWS, sad to say. It's not worth selling. I see you are in your less sensitive and polite mode, Santa, sort of randy and reeling!! Now you know my feelings towards you are very friendly (when you are behaving yourself), not romantic, but I did write a VERY BAD Christmas poem for my thread I thought you might enjoy (since almost no one over there seemed to, and you're quite contrary), while visions of sugar plums or something dance in your head:
Like clock work Christmas comes relentlessly,
Days march down the calendar, same time every year,
Mostly finding us happy, sometimes sad, excruciatingly,
Sometimes warm hearts and singing, sometimes dread and fear.
Blizzards, head wounds, anguish, silent empty rooms and tears,
Broken hearts, fresh visions of failure, longing, death and woe.
If looking inside brings no joy or comfort, and the pain sears,
Warm your cold body by the fire, and think of me under the mistletoe!
Green eyes dancing, sparkling with mischief,
The softest velvet dress, not a kerchief,
Curves, yielding body parts, breasts bursting out, not much cover,
Nothing to remind you of your old Grandmother!
I'm not much of a cook but have a come-hither look,
My heart beckons and my willing lips part in waiting,
The Christmas kiss I want you'll not read of in a book,
And I'm dreaming of a Yule log, not ice skating!
Walk on over, the mistletoe beckons,
Come closer, let me whisper in your ear,
I can't say out loud what I want, I reckon,
But there's only heat and joy here, no fruitcake or fear!
What happens next? You'll have to guess the rest,
Have a wonderful holiday, this isn't a test!
I'm not dreaming of St. Nick or a peppermint stick,
But Santa please please bring me something!!!!!!
Merry Christmas, John!
Christine
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