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Category

Christmas Poetry

Sub-category

Christmas Dirty Poems

About the author

Paul Curtis

A Hand for Santa

On Christmas Eve
Don’t lay awake in bed
All you naughty girls
Blonde, brunette or red
For instead of presents
You may get a shock instead
You may catch Santa
Dressed in his suit of red
Emptying his sack
At the end of your bed

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