I was three eggnogs deep at the mall last night Red lipstick smudged, boots way too tight Saw that jolly old man in his velvet chair White beard sticking out everywhere I stumbled over cones, heels clicking loud He said, "Ho ho ho, watch out for the crowd!" I grinned crooked, said, "Santa, lean in We need a pic to shock all of my friends" Click-click, selfie with Santa, eyes half-shut Eyeliner smeared, hat tipping, teeth a little rough Flash pops, chaos frozen in a frame But it’s ours, this messy, perfect holiday game Selfie with Santa, crooked grins and all Even if the left side’s cropped, we’ll let it fall He smelled like cookies with a trace of bourbon I asked for a Mustang, he said, "We’ll see, sugar, in person" His elf yelled, "One at a time!" from the side I flipped my hair, said, "Hold on, I’m live" Thumb half covering the lens, that’s my move Peace sign shaky, but it sets the mood Santa laughed so hard his belly shook the frame I think I heard him mutter, "This girl’s untamed" Click-click, Santa’s belly shakes the shot Reindeer sneaks in, thinks it owns the spot Thumb in the frame, peace sign a little bent Still it’s ours, the kind of memory money can’t rent Selfie with Santa, laughter in every line Blurry, loud, slightly wild—this moment is mine Hair’s a mess, my pose is tragic Beard in my mouth, somehow it’s magic Battery died right after the shot But we got the one, and it hits the spot Click-click… drooled a bit, maybe, who cares Santa leaning close, beard caught in my hair Battery dead, chaos captured in one frame Posting anyway, caption: "we survived the game" Selfie with Santa, crooked, tipsy, loud But it’s ours, our little holiday crowd Ho ho ho… delete that one, no wait… keep it… Ugh, fine, it’s perfect
