If I were
ol' Santa, you know what I'd do I'd
dump all the silly gifts given to you And
deliver some things just inside your front door Things
you have lost, but treasured before.
I'd give
you back all your maidenly vigor and
to go along with it, a neat tiny figure.
Then
restore the old color that once graced your hair before
rinses and bleaches took residence there.
I'd bring
back the shape with which you were gifted so
things now suspended need not be uplifted.
I'd
draw in your tummy and smooth all the cracks Till
you'd be a dream in those tight fitting slacks.
I'd remove
all your wrinkles and leave only one chin So
you wouldn't spend hours rubbing grease on your skin
You'd
never have flashes or queer dizzy spells and
you wouldn't hear noises like ringing of bells.
No sore
aching feet and no corns on your toes no
searching for spectacles right on your nose.
Not
a shot would you take in your arm, hip or fanny from
a doctor who thinks you're a nervous old granny.
You'd never
have headaches, no pills would you take. no
heating pad needed since muscles won't ache.
Yes,
if I were Santa, you'd never look stupid You'd
be one cute chick with the romance of Cupid.
I'd give
you a lift when the wolves start to whistle, the
joys of your heart would be light as a thistle.
But
alas! I'm not Santa. I'm simply just me the
matronest of matrons you ever did see.
I wish I
could tell all the symptoms I've got But
I'm due at my doctor's for an estrogen shot.
Even
though we've grown older this wish is sincere Merry
Christmas to you and a Happy New Year.