Santa and I
Oh dear, oh dear.
Do you even know who Santa is?
A fat man in a chimney?
Stories don't do him justice.
'Cause you see, I kinda met him,
But let's keep it our secret.
He was more handsome than I imagined,
It's up to you to believe it.
I was up that night, watching,
At the moon and at the clouds,
When I saw a man in my balcony,
I was about to scream out loud.
But my voice stopped in its tracks,
As I saw him look at me,
He told the reindeer something, and asked,
"Can I have a gift from a pretty lady?"
I asked what gift would he like,
But he leaned in and stole,
My first kiss right from my lips,
At that moment I felt whole.
So every once a year,
We would meet in the balcony,
But what I didn't know,
Was Santa neglecting his duty.
Fate intervened and I had to marry,
A man I don't know and love,
So that last night when we met,
Tell him the truth, I had,
"Santa, with you it's wonderful,
But our love cannot be,
So go back to the world before,
Your world before you met me."
That next year, I had a boy,
Quietly nursing on,
When I saw someone fill a sock,
Then I had known,
Santa had moved on.
