Christmas Elves Are Making Cookies
Christmas Elves cut out the cookies all over the place.
They had them in each room, and they ran out of space.
In the bathroom? Someone asked, with a bit of a twitch.
It was the persnickety annoying grouchy old Christmas witch.
The bathroom elves are helping, and they know what to do.
They are frosting them in colors of red, green, yellow and blue.
We are also cutting out cookies on porch railings in the moonlight.
The Christmas witch threw up her hands and ran off into the night.
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