Christmas Eve

You are sleeping in your bed without a care with a vision of sugarplums dancing In your head.

When you hear a thump on your roof.

“Santa” you exclaim.

You run out of your room.

Down the stairs and into the living room.

There he stands red suit big beard and glasses.

“You have been naughty this year Davis. However won’t matter to you soon.”

With a grin and swift motion he lifts you onto the couch over his knee.

As he begins to spank you with glee.