Santa's Workshop
The meandering cobblestone path,
Dotted with holly, brushed with laurel blush,
Led me to an opening — silent, spellbound.
I thought Santa’s magic lived afar,
Yet here it glimmered, close and clear.
In twilight’s glow, red and green interplayed,
Gold and silver showed the way —
Candy canes, wreaths, and mistletoe,
Stars and ribbons, warm hearts aglow.
The wooden toys in stacks so neat,
The mushroom stools — in red they gleam,
Santa himself, in pomp and cheer,
Giving a tour of his workshop dear.
Christmas vibes one can soak,
Christmas aura the place radiates,
Christmas cheer makes the heart aglow,
Christmas faith one cherishes and creates.
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