There was an old snowman named Frosty
Whose stature was less than lofty
He kept losing his nose
As the animals chose
This to eat and then to run off-ty
There is a young Angel named Hark
Who loves flying over the park
Though he loses his wings
When carollers sing
About Harold. He’s not a bright spark
One Christmas my True Love went mad
Which really isn’t that bad
But day after day
They sent all sorts my way
Too much? I’d say, just a tad!
There once lived a quiet young boy
Who asked for a particular toy
Which was quite a bummer
As he was a drummer
And his racket was oh such a joy
(Image from Pixabay)
Good work Tom!!! 🙂 ❤
Blessed Be!!! 🙂 ❤
Prenin.
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Hohoho!
Thanks, Prenin!
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