Cannot sleep
Is that the chime of sleigh bells to say Santa's on his way or the rattle of Daddy's shackles calling me to play
I'm sure it's father Christmas bringing me a present to go under my Christnas tree, if not it must be Daddy with a new toy just for me
I'm getting so excited I don't care either one will be such fun, both will bring me pleasure once this long Christmas eve is done
Santa's might be something cuddly, I wrote him asking for a bear, My masters might be a new cage, with a big lock to keep me there
Something from Santa clause or something kinky which one would I choose, both would be so awesome so I guess I cannot lose
Shall I creep down the stairs and see who's gifts are under the Christmas tree, I hope there's a big pile, wrapped up just for me
I know I'll get in trouble if I get caught but I could just have a little peep, Christmas eve lasts forever when you're excited and cannot sleep
THE KINKY POET