Santa Baby!

I don’t believe it! I am in shock! Couldn’t sleep all night! My daughters sat me down last night and told me Santa does not exist. They were not even subtle about it. Oh no, brutal is the word that springs to mind. Next they will be telling me there is no Easter Bunny or Tooth Fairy!!!! In this world of stress, work, bills etc, we need to believe in magical things like Santa, otherwise life is just stress, work, bills etc!

I will take no notice of the rubbish my girls told me. I dooooo believe in fairies (saved you again, Tinkerbell!) So here is a copy of my letter to Santa that I shall be posting (not e- mailing) to:-
Mr. Father Christmas,
Greenland.
I don’t know the postcode, so hope it gets to him!!!!

As you read the following I want you all to hum along, in a breathy voice, to Santa Baby (the Marilyn Monroe version-not Brittany, Madonna or the Pussycat Dolls one!)


Santa Baby.

Santa Baby,

Just slip a man under the tree,

for me

Been a fairly good girl

Santa Baby,

So hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa baby,

Robbie,Brad or George will do,
Yoo Hoo
I'll wait up for you, dear

Santa baby,

So hurry down the chimney tonight.

Think of all the fun I've missed

Think of all the men I couldn’t catch to kiss

Next year could be really good

With the running shoes from my Christmas list

Santa Baby,

A man that’s hot and really that's not A lot

Been a nun all year

Santa Baby,

So hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa Honey,

one little thing I really need
the seed

For my own money tree
Santa Baby,

So hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa cutie,

Fill my stocking with rubies galore

And more,

Diamonds, emeralds and gold

Santa cutie,

and hurry down the chimney tonight

Come and trim my Christmas tree

With eye popping, first class male company

I really do believe in you

Even if my children say you aren’t true

Santa Baby,

Forgot to mention one little thing
A Prince
I 'm sick of frogs and toads

Santa Baby,

So hurry down the chimney tonight

Hurry down the chimney tonight

Hurry...tonight