‘Twas the Night before Christmas
And all through the penthouse
Not an item of clothing was worn
Not even a blouse
The jewelry was locked up in the safe with care
Next to the sleepy Sugar Babies, with curlers in their hair
The Babies were nestled, all snug in their bed
While visions of Sugar Daddies danced in their head
Prada, Coach, McQueen and Gucci
What kind of presents would they find under the tree?
All dreams of Salt Daddies were good and gone
They knew something sweet was waiting for them at dawn
Ideas of outfits to wear to the next Winter bash
Took over their thoughts, which colors might clash?
However, one restless Sugar Baby lie awake
Christmas Day was here, how many selfies to take?
When what, to her wondering eyes should appear
An SD’s gift glistening–a jewel, nice, cut and clear
But upon reaching the gift, the realization was quick
This gift wasn’t from Daddy at all, but from St. Nick!
The oldest and most famous Sugar Daddy of all
Left, for other Sugar Daddies, a glittering message on the wall
“Sugar Babies are sweet, young, beautiful things
They give you hope, they give you wings
On this Christmas, let their joy flow
Their present should be tasteful, topped off with a bow.”
What did she want, our SB began to ponder
Perhaps a chance to travel, adventure and wander
Would a heftier allowance do?
She wanted it all, and her SD’s affection, too
She wished to be dressed all in fur, from her head to her foot,
She reached to grab the gift, but found it was covered in soot
Santa had truly been here, all sugar and spice
It was clear now whether she’d been naughty or nice
A sound ripped this Sugar Baby from her reverie
Her SD had been watching her, quietly, cleverly
His arms wound around her, as he held her to him tight
And gently whispered, “Merry Christmas to all Sugar Babies, and to all a good-night.“