Santa came early last Christmas
In the form of a beautiful Princess
Tall northern pine trees in a wind swept snow breeze
An image - thereon each booth.
And the light seemed to play
With the silver green glitter
Making her red stockings
Appear three dimensional.
Like an excited wave
Her black velvet skirt swayed
Flowed swished and raved
Before during and after.
I had to look up!
'St. Nick': Shouts her sweater
Her eyes matched her voice
Sparkly! bright linguistic!
She drank Fanta
Straight from Atlanta
This beautiful Princess Santa
And Oh! what a merry Christmas!
© Calac.
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