Christmas Is No Picnic
Christmas in the desert is different you see.
If there is a sandstorm, the camel rolls into a C.
The presents get buried and may never be found.
A desert Christmas is probably not the best around.
Christmas in the Arctic can be nearly as bad as well.
Polar bears sometimes take the packages to sell.
They are shysters, and swindlers, and thieves too.
They’ll eat meats and candies sent to you.
Christmas in the rainforest is no picnic I say.
Pumas and leopards will swipe presents away.
And if a python has your gifts around the neck.
It’s best to run away yelling “Oh, my, heck!”
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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