"A Combat! Christmas Dream"
By
Éclaireur
T'was the night before Christmas,
And all through my tiny house
My Chihuahua's were stirring,
I think they were after a mouse.
I was dressed in my night-clothes,
I sleep alone so their not to sexy
But tonight for some reason,
I felt a bit flexi.
So I put on the shear one.
Who knows, I might mingle
With one of Santa's elves,
I at least hope he's single.
When out in my trailer park,
There arouse such a clatter
I sorely got out of the bed,
To see what was the matter.
I ran (not even) to the window,
More like a crawl then a dash
Opened the curtains,
And threw up the sash.
When what in front of my eyes should appear,
But a rather large man,
Not my son Joey,
But Santa, oh dear.
He asks to come in,
And of course I said yes
What else would one say?
After all, he is a guest.
So in he walked,
But I soon realized,
He was not alone.
And right before my very eyes,
I saw Doc and Littlejohn,
Billy and Lieutenant Hanley.
Oh my goodness,
There's Sergeant Saunders's
He looks so damn manly.
Then I saw Kirby,
And by him stood Mac.
But I could not see the Cajun,
He was no were in the pack.
I turned toward Santa,
And gave him a look.
I knew he understood me,
And his head he shook.
He then stood aside,
And behind him I saw,
The most perfect beard,
On the most handsomest jaw.
My heart skipped a beat,
As I saw the twinkle in his eyes,
And from my very lips,
I couldn't hide the sighs.
He said "Bonjour Donna, I'm here just for you.
I understand you've wished to meet me.
So here with Santa I flew.
"You do know your dreaming,
And by morning I'll be gone.
But for this special evening,
To you, I belong.
Donna
