He Calls Me Baby

He is a curly bearded Santa is what many thought. Except Strawberry Lil, who thought that was naught. He is the Strawberry elf, she said with touches of glee. And he teases me a tiny bit and calls me “baby”. “Baby!” said a brownie, isn’t that putting you down? “I am sixty-seven-and-a-half. What are you, a clown?” “I love it,” said the old one. “It makes me feel young and fine.” “I would have it no other way,” said her mother, old Clementine.