One day a little orphan Troll followed my son, home from school.
No doubt, we'd keep him, he was so cute, as he sat down and mewled.
He seemed so young, and carried around his club made out of wood.
In fact, he kept chewing on it, as only a little baby with a pacifier could.
He hit it off real good with my younger son, you might say.
He followed him all around, like a lost puppy here to stay.
One night my son got out his greatly treasured, astral telescope.
Together they viewed the Pleiades Meteor shower, way up close.
OOhh’s and AHH’s were everywhere as all gathered around, to see.
You could hear the Trolls exclaim, ‘Shiny baubles in the sky, for free!’
This went on almost forever, until everyone finally went off to bed.
The next morning, the telescope was missing, and finding it, I did dread.
The house rules had been broken, you know, ‘Take not, what is not Thine’.
I knew who had taken it; the young one simply couldn’t resist it, this time.
I found him still asleep with the telescope, still held solidly within his grasp.
I gently explained the rules, but he had trouble letting go, as tears grew fast!
Shiny baubles are soooo important, and not easily given up, you know.
And he thought the shiny baubles were still tucked deeply inside, all aglow.
I’m lucky that I got there, before he started to forcibly pry them out.
Then I had an idea, on what I needed to do, to gently win this bout.
I had him look inside, and he was surprised the shiny baubles, were all gone.
Of course, in basement bedrooms you won’t see, too many stars, turned on.
So, I told him our house was enchanted, and stolen shiny baubles, I did fear…
Would simply disappear, just like the tiny bubbles he liked to blow, my dear.
Reluctantly, he gave the telescope back to my son with abundant apologies.
And everyone’s life went back to normal… or at least, as normal as it can be.
Still, he looked at it with longing from time to time, and that broke my heart.
So, surprise! Surprise! Santa brought him his very own, and mounted it, outside.
He was so very happy, as he dreamed of becoming a future astronaut, someday.
Where, he would just simply reach out of his great, big space ship every day,
And collect all of the many, shiny baubles, one by one, along the way.
Good dreams to all my readers, like my little Troll here,
And keep all of your dreams alive... all the days of your life, so dear...