Michael Ramel The Primordial Poet Poet Rhyme

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In our current economy, coal would be a welcomed gift

There's No Coal In My Stocking?

I'm heading home for Christmas
(Snows on the way)
In a plane, then a cab and a sleigh
Bringing presents and prizes I've made
Giddy yup horsey! I musn't be late
Of God we are saints, of myth this Nick
This mystical and elusive controtionist
Over rooftops, down chimneys without a slip
Hanging stockings and mistletoe
For an occasional kiss
Stretch and yawn and wiping sleep from our eyes
Hey there's frost on the window
On green bows dancing lights
On the mantle the the stockings "Oh boy, what's inside!?"
There's no coal in my stocking, that isn't right
There's no coal in my stocking, but I need it for heat
Then on with the stockings to comfort my feet

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