For A Good Girl

Christmas is coming,
the geese are too fat,
I won't put a penny in the old man's hat -
I'll just lie awake at night thinking of you,
wishing and hoping you'll think of me too.

I've made my list,
and I've checked it twice,
but I can't decide if I've been naughty or nice -
No, I've changed my mind, this year I've been good.
I think I've done everything that I should.

So, when Christmas comes, and we all settle down,
preparing for the chaos that will come around,
And when I go to bed on Christmas Eve night,
Praying for peace, and for no need to fight,
I'll be a bit naughty for once, and I'll ask
Father Christmas a favour - just one little task -
Of all the things one could ask in the world,
it's really not much, to me, it seems all right -
That when I awake on Christmas Day,
You'll be there in my front room - so handsome - not wrapped,
save for a present bow there in that hair,
and a tag on your arm, which when read, will declare;
"A present this Christmas - For a good girl!"