Santa started a barroom brawl last night.
He flirted with a woman he should’ve left alone.
Her guy threw a punch and broke Santa’s glasses.
To apologize for flirting, Santa dropped off a plate of cookies.
I told Santa he didn’t need to apologize.
Frankly, I was flattered he found me attractive.
The next day, he showed up with bread and wine.
Oops. Did Santa have a crush on me? My husband wouldn’t approve.
I told Santa I couldn’t see him any more. Then I took a long walk in the forest.
Santa hid behind the evergreen trees and followed me.
I broke into a run, which was more like a brisk walk.
During my escape, I tripped and ripped my clothes.
Santa felt so guilty, he brought me a new wardrobe .
I must say, that man sure knows how to apologize.
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