Merry
Christmas, baby.
That was it.
That was all
I wanted to say.
No need to
say any more,
really.
Just Merry
Christmas, baby.
Why the “baby”
part?
I wanted it
to seem intimate,
like, we had
that sort of
special
connection “baby” implies.
I wasn’t
going to get into it.
Really.
I just like
calling you “baby”,
or “babe” or
“hot stuff”,
or “sugar
booger”.
But you’ve
got me off point,
Merry
Christmas, baby, is all I wanted
to wish you.
That simple.
Yup.
And maybe
Happy Holidays too.
Okay to
maybe not as simple
as all that
but I think you get my
meaning
about wanting to wish
you a Merry
Christmas season,
or New Years
if I don’t see you.
But I suppose
I can do the New Years
thing next
week, when it’s closer,
so as not to
distract from the
Merry
Christmas, baby, message
I’m trying
to simply convey.
So anyway,
yeah…
Did I tell
you how pretty you are?
And so
smart?
Well, if I
didn’t, you know, you are
those things…
Riiiight…. so
again,
just have a
very Merry Christmas, sexy.
Or Baby. Or
you, like, just regular Merry Christmas,
because
maybe I’m seeing something that isn’t
really
there, so like… yeah, Merry Christmas,
baby.
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