By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Santa Daddy, you know the song, that’s not the lyrics, use that big brain of yours. Can you think of the one I mean? The one that plays throughout the grocery stores and shopping malls from just after Thanksgiving until the New Year rolls in? Mmmhm, you do know the one. The holiday song lists all of the things I deserve for being such a good girl for you all year long.
Just like the lyrics say, I’ve been an awfully good girl this year, hurry and dial me up tonight. I’ll wait up for you, Santa Daddy.
Santa Daddy
You might not be the jolly, oh Chris Cringle, but you can still come and trim my Christmas tree with gifts from Kate Spade and Godiva. Sure, sure. A car and a yacht are not a lot to ask for, and maybe I don’t need a duplex in my stocking, but I’d never say no to you filling it up with checks. Or gift cards.
Don’t forget to sign your name on that line, Santa Daddy. Hurry and dial me up tonight. I’ll wait up for you, baby.
Santa Daddy, one last little thing. A ring, and I do mean on the phone.
Krysta 844-332-2639, Ext. 410