They say there's twelve days of Christmas
But I disagree.
I vouch there's three sixty five
When you're here with me.
The light that shines from you
Makes the North Star look dim
And in my heart, you'll be the part
Of me that brings joyous sin.
And I say sin only this once
For because I love you
No holy light can shine this bright
So sinful I will choose.
So "Santa baby" won't you come
Meet me by the fireplace?
It is your flame that puts to shame
All other lovers' chase.
Down the chimney, straight to me
We'll glow hot and bright
This Christmas Eve is shrined with breves
So fire, we'll be tonight.
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Deepest Afflictions to Random Speculations
PoetrySometimes We cry Sometimes We laugh Sometimes It's one of the same thing Warning: may contain strong language, adult themes, and an unnecessary amount of "extra".
