Holiday Fun
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Once was a saint, round and vast,
Whose sight was strangely amassed,
He gave gifts unseen,
A concerning scene,
‘cause giving was getting fast.
Elves, with their laughter so shrill,
Made toys with joyous free will,
With hammers, they’d bang,
And merrily sang,
A chaos craft, standing still.
Then Santa paused in his flight,
And pondered the elves tonight,
“Their chaos,” he smiled,
“Wonderfully wild,”
“The chaos toys shining bright.”
Copyright © Joel Hawksley | Year Posted 2024
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