A Muffin Top Christmas
by Tabatha Kiss
Naughty or nice.
Why not both?
He's a bad boy with a bakery.
She's a BBW with a bar.
And they just had a baby.
‘Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the bakery,
not a creature was stirring,
except a six-month-old boy named Zachary.
The condoms were stashed in the bedroom with care,
in the hopes that my Evey would soon be there.
When out in the alley there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my kitchen to see what was the matter.
Away to the bar I raced with such dread,
to find my Evey with a gun to her head…
Why not both?
He's a bad boy with a bakery.
She's a BBW with a bar.
And they just had a baby.
‘Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the bakery,
not a creature was stirring,
except a six-month-old boy named Zachary.
The condoms were stashed in the bedroom with care,
in the hopes that my Evey would soon be there.
When out in the alley there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my kitchen to see what was the matter.
Away to the bar I raced with such dread,
to find my Evey with a gun to her head…