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All I have ever wanted was one of my own
But happiness to me has never been shown
Am I not someone who should be loved?
Can’t I also get a gift from above?
All I need is that explosive feeling 
The one that’s leaves you sated and reeling
I long to feel the warmth deep inside 
The look on my face the expression I cannot hide 
Its dark, firm, warm and soothing 
As I whisper in Santa’s ears my heart is booming 
A cookie of my own is all I need 
And year after year with Santa I plead
So this time I hope my prayers will be answered 
My heart I fear may end up broken and shattered.


Santa I have done my best to be good throughout the year
But I must confess my sins with fear
I know I should be patient and wait my turn 
But in my heart to have my own cookie I yearn 
Sadly I stole a piece of Melisa’s cookie
But its soft and sticky she is such a rookie
Again I also took a taste of Mary’s
Some like it big some small people tastes varies
Stacy went to the supermarket a door is left ajar
As soon as I started to enjoy myself here comes her car
I have really been a nice girl I say thank you and please
I should head home I think I heard Chantal sneeze 
But I will be fine I will be good
Once Santa sends me my present like he should 


Please don’t be too hard on me or be too mean
I take care of myself, I eat well, stay fit, keep clean
I do unto other as I wish them to do to me
I wouldn’t hurt a fly, a bug or a flee
While my friends talk about their cookies I try not to get jealous
They whisper behind my back their lies so scandalous 
The respectable girl in me doesn’t repay evil for evil 
Even though their heads I’d like to put some were irretrievable
Now with all the evidence I have presented 
These words are honest and true none of which are invented 
Just one wish, one request, one desire  
You give presents to good girls and boys and I know you’re not a liar 
Tonight ill peacefully drift away into dreamland
Knowing Santa will glide down my chimney with a box of chip ahoy in his hand


December 07, 2017
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