Santa Want A be
no one ever out-happy-s Santa but this faerie did.
With curly ginger hair, she was a pretty good- looking kid.
Her smile was so wide it didn’t fit in the room.
I had met her yesterday when conversing on Zoom.
Where do you live? This strange faerie asked me.
I told her, and she said “I’ll be there tomorrow for tea.”
I had to go to the store, and race home by three.
She had the best disposition, a Santa-want-a-be.
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