Saint Nick
There once was the cheeriest fellow
Who ran a gargantuan toy workshop
Gone by the name of Saint Nick
Throughout the calendar year
He would cram day and night
To keep up with the countdown
When the time finally came
He’d get overly zealous
Rounding up his team of reindeer
To perform the impossible feat
So around the world they would go
Delivering the mountains of toys
To every boy and girl who’d been good
And not naughty every day of the year
No matter how often we’d stay up Christmas Eve
Santa managed to drop by in the time of a wink
Woof down a couple of cookies with a sip of milk
How sad that we managed to miss him each trip
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
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