Santa Baby
You cannot speak to her! She is Santa’s baby, Jewel told Elfman.
No one speaks to her; she is above us; we are peons. She is royalty.
“We are all Santa’s babies, “he replied.
Jewel shook her head and walked off.
Elfman made a friend of Santa’s baby.
Do you want to work for my father? She asked.
Maybe, he replied, but right now I would like to play Uno.
She was glad, for she had never played Uno.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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