Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

Partridge In a Pear Tree

What kind of a tree is that? I asked Santa with a bit of glee.
He smiled his mirth and amusement but did not actually answer me.
You should be able to tell just by looking said my cousin Wee.
She is always a spoil setter, and usually not so nice to thee.
Partridge in a pear tree! Partridge in a pair tree! Right Santy?
This was my other little cousin, but I forgave him, for he is three.
Yes, Santa said with a nod, letting this little bitty guy know.
Then bam, he was gone, back to the land of the snow.
Did he take that PIAPT with him? My grandma asked me.
No, he left it decorated next to the fire, to amuse thee.
He’s a great guy! She said with a sigh, and know why?
She used to date the real Santa, and this is no lie.

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L Milton Hankins December 12, 2021 at 12:51 PM Absolute truth she shared with you. And I, too, have never seen a partridge in a pear tree. Pear trees are rare around here; almost as rare as partridges! Caren Krutsinger December 12, 2021 at 5:11 PM My best friend and I both planted peach trees. Hers survived.