Leeza and Santa

I heard the door open. It was Leeza (Lisa’s 14-year-old sister), she’d been out on a date. I was the only one in the living room as she came in and sagged, dejectedly onto the huge, white sectional couch, right next to me. She looked positively deflated. Which is unusual because up until now, she’s been all freckles and smiles Ok, here’s where we get poetic and rhyme, with innuendo and allusion: Me: “Did you have a good time?” Leeza: “No but I was trying.” Me: “Did he get handsy—the swine?” Leeza: “Argh! No—but his kisses are a crime.” I gasped: “You didn’t give him a climb!?” Leeza “NO!” she said, somewhat horrified. Me (trying to be neutral): “No judging, it would have been.. fine (I lied).” Leeza: “That’s never going to happen.” “Good,” I declared, “he was just a distraction—and, you know Santa.” “What about Santa?” Whew, that’s enough of THAT (rhyming business). She asked, so, yeah, I sang it.. I had to. “He knows who you’ve been kissing, what you’re thinking when you’re awake, he knows if you’ve been bad or good— he’s kind of like a cop that way.” After a moment's silence Leeza asked, “Is there something creepy about that?” “Only if you think about it.” I admitted, as she put her head on my shoulder. . . A song for this: Fairytale of New York (feat. Kirsty MacColl) by The Pogues . . A Christmas Playlist! There’s 6 days til Christmas (and Hanukkah) www.daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_25.mp3