She was not dressed at all, from her head to his foot,
Except for a pair of long leather boots.
A bundle of toys she had flung on his back,
Santa’s helper, au natural, carrying a pack.
Her eyes--how they twinkled! Her dimples, how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her nipples like cherries!
Her red little mouth in a small cupid’s bow,
And heart-shaped pattern shaved down below.
The tips from admirers she held tight in her teeth,
And cigar smoke encircled her head like a wreath.
She had a fair face and a flat, well-toned belly.
Her breasts shook when she laughed, like two bowls full of jelly.