Santa’s Naughty Elf Fantasy

The workshop is locked, big guy. And I've been a very,

very disobedient elf. Show me where the North Pole really is. Forget the red

suit Santa leave it on the hardwood floor. Got some festive restraints waiting by

the bedroom door. I don't need no silver tinsel hanging on the Douglas Fir.

I want those velvet lion cuffs making sure I cannot stir. You're the master

of the Arctic. I'm just here to serve the throne. The baddest little

helper that the tundra's ever known. Wrap me up in satin ribbons. Tie the knot

and pull it tight. I'm your favorite Christmas captive for the duration of