Mind my absence but I was too busy
Loading Santa’s bags with gifts and goodies
Fleets of Rolls Royce and Ferraris
And zillions of glittery green tinsel trees
In one bag, I tossed dozens of Cheetos and chips
Not to forget freshly grated blocks of mozzarella cheese
For girls I added velvet boxes of Tiffany’s bracelets,
Bangles, earrings, and diamond rings
Don’t tell the dentist but I also packed
Hoards of candies, cookies, and chocolatey things
Bouquets of fresh flowers are also there
For those who wish to have an early spring
In case you’re wondering what will happen
To your thighs when you eat all these fries and sweets
Let me tell you that this year Santa will also bring
Treadmills and dumbbells for Gen Alpha and Gen Zees
But as far as the Christmas cake is concerned
Don’t skip it I beg you please
Then I couldn’t stop myself from placing
A casket of emotions and a book of John Keats poetry in Santa’s
buggy
Calling out all those who like to have
Love-filled Christmas evenings huggy huggy
Logs to light the fireplace and ornaments clinking and
jangling
With all these presents, I hope you won’t act snobbish or sluggy
Lastly what’s most astonishing is Santa’s last sack
is not a Rolls Royce, a box of choco-chip cookies or some
antique thrift
Instead within this giant sparkly purple pouch
I hopped and placed myself as Santa’s gift
This sack is for the lucky one who wished for me upon a Christmas
candle
I am curious to see the look on their face when they notice
this twist!
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