Christmas Carrot Poem by Ima Ryma

With a bunch of others I wait,
Ready and able Christmas Eve
To be transported from this plate
For higher purpose I believe.
And sure enough late in the night,
Down the chimney Santa does come,
Bearing gifts for the kids' delight.
Milk and cookies, Santa has some.
As he's leaving, we carrots be
Grabbed by Santa and taken up
For the reindeer, along goes me,
Proud moment for this carrot, yup!

I am on a mission to do.
Rudolph, I am tagged just for you.