A.H. Scott: Whatever Santa Brings

Photo: Tony Ward. Copyright 2022

Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2022


Whatever Santa Brings


Santa, baby
Oh yeah, that tune has such a ring of memories of our mid-20’s fling
Working at FAO over that holiday of years long ago
You were in stock and I worked the register, but whenever we got the chance we’d kiss under the staff room’s mistletoe
Those lips of yours were like a gift to me
As mine to yours were a present so true
Even beyond being man and wife for more than a decade, the passion still simmers
Couldn’t wait for the last customer to leave, so we could close up the store
Turning the key into the lock of our place, our jackets were placed in the hall closet and I plugged in the Christmas tree to watch those colors flickering on and off in a flashing pulsation
We’ve been so busy back at the store that season we’d left contents of a box of decorations spread across the living room floor near the Christmas tree with lights blinking
You came up behind me and wrapped those strong arms around my waist
“You smell like evergreen pine”, I giggled to you.
That voice of yours was ever relaxing to my ears, “I helped place some wreaths around the front of the store”.
“Honey, you know that scent is something that I adore”, I couldn’t resist inhaling deeply. I turned around and we kissed, for we never lost the magic of this season
Time for reflection, time for renewal
Our clothes went the way of summer, as if disappeared under the glisten of the rainbow of illumination’s glow
My breasts and my hips were adored by your hands and lips
Never selfish with my desire to make you know how I feel about being with you
Right hand of mine caressed your hip and aroused asset, as my lips met your mark
So good, so right, this is such a special night
Christmas Eve came and so did we
Bodies reclined against the piles of red and green satin ribbons was our warm reverie
Within a week a new 365 is going to begin for us
Sounds of carolers down the avenues of this city that never sleeps kept us abuzz
I kissed you and whispered my thanks for your loving me so much
You smiled and said you loved the way I could capture your jingle bells in a clutch
Oh yeah, Santa, I can be naughty in that way and such
No box wrapped in ribbons so fine could ever be compared to you
I believe in miracles and now here we are together under twinkling Christmas lights
Some may wonder how long can a person wait for whatever Santa brings
From the first time we made love to this night of ensued joy, we know in our hearts that it isn’t a given
We know that magic of love’s dreams never dies or fades
You and I together are the bee’s knees
Happy New Year, baby!


About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet and essayist based in New York City and senior contributor to Tony Ward’s blog.  For additional articles by A.H. Scott, click here: https://tonywarderotica.com/a-h-scott-night-angel/

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