Naughty Santa, Christmas Erotica

Dear Sillies,
   It's time! Yep, time to get naughty! (As if I wait all year for that.)
   Santa's about to penetrate all sorts of chimneys the world over (How is he not too girthy for this?)
   At any rate, please be safe, well, silly, naughty, and loved. 

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate. Merry everything to all.  

Christmas Erotica, Treating Frigidity

Dear Silliest of the world's most silly,

It's THAT week, right? I hope you're not too cold. In case you are, this should help.

Have a very Merry Christmas, but do leave room for naughtiness.

I love and thank you for sticking with me for another year.

Naughty and Nice Christmas Greetings, Paradise Resilience

Dearest Loving Sillies,
I'll start with the 'ole time naughty. Then, we'll pretend it didn't happen and play nice.

*Staging notes: Change music and lighting to convey a more tasteful tone here.*

  Yesterday, I journeyed to Paradise for the first time since before 11/8. From this destroyed but remarkably resilient town, I bring you bittersweet and rainy greetings. 
  In only 6 weeks, heartfelt signs of recovery...

 

   Santa brought cheer to all passers-by. I blew him a kiss. In turn, he looked suspect and troubled. (Drats, Santa must've recognized me from his "Naughty and not Christian either" list.) This sweet guy is the skinniest and most determined Santa I've ever seen, though.

The town came together to light this charming Christmas tree on Saturday night.

Kids took to the ice. Chilling, in the best of ways!

Happy Holidays and/or Merry Christmas, my friends.
Joy to all, mixed with every key ingredient: faith, health, strength, safety, inspiration, and outpourings of precious love. 


PS Excuse the new look to this page. It just happened (blogger made it so), and I'm trying to make it more "lookable." As always, your patience is appreciated. Love you!

Santarotica, A Hot Christmas to You

Dear Sillies,

Whatever you celebrate, whether you celebrate, take extra good care of yourselves this holiday season. It's a challenging time, to say the least. May it be an effortless endeavor to appreciate your (non-material) gifts. And save those cookies for special occasions. Wink.  

I love and appreciate you, my loyal readers. You're a wise, spunky, kindhearted bunch.

Finally, Happy Hanukah, Bernie Sanders. I love (and miss) you most of all.
xoRobyn

Christmas Erotica

Dear friends,

I brought the house down on Thursday with this bit at Chico's (Has Beans Cafe's) last open mic of the year. When I finished, the crowd roared and cheered for a while. Never before had I felt so popular. I guess people like poems about Xmas gift giving. Who knew?

Now, they expect poetic erotica for all of the holidays, though I'm not sure what I'll do for a few of them.

"Don't even think about writing a poem for Martin Luther King Day, Robyn," my friend, Sue, warned.

"Of course, I won't," I told her. "And there's Groundhog and Mother's Day too. I can't go there."

Sue nodded in agreement.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. You may want to embiggen, and I'm only talking about the poem. Wink.

   I'll be celebrating Christmassukkah with family in the coming week and won't be around much. I'll blog again, though, before year's end.

   Much love for a safe, warm, festive, non-silent (Wink) Christmas week. I appreciate you all. xo