“Snuggle and Strudel”
Brrrrr, it’s cold, babygirl, come just a little closer
Ready for a holiday treat fresh from the oven toaster?
Cinnamon apple strudel–hand made–but I’m no boaster
That Santa-believing little girl in you, can I host her?
I mean, gosh, what’s the point of being a grown-up
if you can’t sometimes be a kid?
Your stocking was empty last year, prior to me
I had a talk with St. Nick, um hum, I did
I said something like, ‘Look here, big fella . . .
there’s a woman dear to me on the verge of disbelief . . .
could you possibly make a reindeer stop on the west coast . . .
no matter how late or brief?’
Now, bribe the Ol’ Jolly One, I did not
Absolutely no mention of a quid pro quo,
He rattled off the address like a seasoned mapmaker
Wow, how on earth did he know?
Beats me, but no wonder Mrs. Claus has never left his side
come rain, sleet, hail or snow,
Word has it that Santa was once a multi-lady player
But laying eyes on the Mrs., she simply stole the show
His player’s card was immediately revoked
The woman rendered it null and void,
Santa went soft, a big ol’ teddypolar bear
And the elves were more than a little annoyed
“She’s gonna take him away,” they feared
But no thought was further from the truth,
the Mrs. had the most inviting spirit
the perfect treat for the collective sweet tooth
Made him a better man, the lady surely did
And he’s been spreading cheer ever since,
Yep, credit the love of a special woman
I’m one you don’t have to convince
I’m a believer, yes sir, I’m all in
Now come take a bite of my strudel,
I wanna whisper something in your ear, girl
A carol, a jingle and a watchamadoodle
Let’s get this holiday party started . . . .
Snuggle. Strudel. Doodle. Romance. -Rg2
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