Little Fuzzy Red Slippers
Tinseled moments adorning a little blue spruce of sheen
he's a benefactor suited red, no he can never be mean
Snowflakes caked upon a lit up window in a twinkling room
the scent of sweet vanilla and Christmas sweet perfume
Little fuzzy red slippers pattering around before midnight
a crunch of cookie, a sip of milk on the table by the light,
Reindeers on rooftops elves in green tights chimney smoke
He gets away with a tug of his beard, he is such a happy bloke
Eggnog and truffles a sniffle or two opening presents until two
its a baby Jesus day, Merry Christmas & Happy New Years too.
December 21, 2020
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