The Tiniest Christmas Faerie
The tiniest Christmas faerie was too small to do much.
She did not fit in most uniforms, and she did not like her hutch.
She climbed out and pranced around and was chased by a mouse.
I am so upset she told her mother; I don’t even like this crazy house.
The mouse slithered into a crawl space, so she was safe now.
Her mother said, “I think this house is okay, although not a wow.”
I don’t fit in, said the tiniest Christmas faerie. Where can I be?
Her mother suggested she climb to the top of the Christmas tree.
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