I asked Santa for something x-rated,
he frowned, then expostulated
"There's this list here, you see....
Mrs. Claus would kill me,
if I took it before she was sated."
I find January depressing
All my misdated checks leave me stressing
My money's all gone,
there's snow on my lawn
Being committed, just might be a blessing.
I really need a vacation,
I'll settle for standing ovations, [Edit for meter/syllables]
for that which I write
be it wordy or trite
I'll make it a real vocation
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