Christmas Kringle Poem by Richard Burke

Taws a week before Christmas,
When in front of our house,
There appeared a flat box,
Sent to me and my spouse.

It was fourteen inches long,
And eleven wide,
All sealed with strong tape,
Its contents to hide.

What ‘er could it be,
My spouse asked of me;
So, we ripped it wide open,
The better to see.

It came from Wisconsin,
Just loaded with cheese,
All stuffed in a Danish,
And glazed if you please.

Now it's hiding in our freezer,
And looking forlorn,
For it knows we'll devour it,
Come Christmas morn!