Holiday Trolls and Dragon
The Trolls that live in the Basement are having a jolly old time!
Our Hubby let them have a touch of that delish Elderberry wine.
Most then got gussied up like Santa, tho a few are now Batman.
Said they’re off, to find those big red pots, and ring those crazy bells!
Some want to volunteer at the hospital, but there’s no worry, my dear.
For none seem to be able... to open that darn basement door, this year.
Perhaps it’s for the better, for they are RATHER big and kind of tall.
Don’t want some thinking: mutant, crazy Santas are heading for the mall.
Wait a minute! What do I see? They’re out! And escaping down the street!
All but one, that is, who’s on my mower, going to town, sitting on the seat!
He didn’t get it started, so like a little kid, he’s walking it. Isn’t that sweet!
Now don’t worry, I’ll call the neighbors up, for their yearly meet and greet.
That will slow them all down, until our friendly fireman does get to arrive.
He’s their Dojo master. They’ll listen to him without any questions, derived.
Besides, they can ride on his fire truck, as he speeds the Santa’s all over town.
Until they’re all worn out, tho they are also great help to stomp out any fires!
He’s teaching some to put out Dragons’ fire, and others how to handle a hose.
And we have carpenter Trolls that can rebuild so fast, before the sun has arose.
Yeah, everybody in town knows them, and Dragon who’s the truck mascot.
Dragon does the rescues, for as you know, fires don’t bother Dragons, a lot.
When they’re done, and all worn out, Grandpa Troll will lead them to the mall.
Where they’ll sing their favorite Christmas songs, and yes, get to ring the bell.
Finally we’ll lure them back home again, with Christmas cookies, for all, do tell.
They’ll warm up before a fireplace fire, that we let Dragon, finally start, for all.
Yeah, this happens every year, just like clockwork, during the holiday time.
You see, our Trolls are bigger than life, each with special, yet simple minds.
This year we taped it for a Christmas special… these special Basement Trolls.
And with all the laughter, there won’t be, a single dry eye, left to behold.
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