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Christmas Misgivings
On a cold and windy day,
Santa washed his slay.
The snow blew around and around
Thankful it might not hit the ground.
As Santa whistled a caroling tune he
looked out the window only to see
A lonely penguin struggling in the
breeze.
Quickly he sent an elf or two to fetch
the poor bird from catching the flu.
They brought him in all covered in
snow,
So they brushed him off and got out a
bow.
“Look!” cried a helper, “he's
covered in spots!”
“Why yes!”, said the penguin,
“They're my polka-dot spots”.
Santa was so thrilled he invited him to
stay.
So they made up a room for the
polka-dotted penguin
And there he lived for happily, until
the next wind.
The toys lost their luster and the
songs got old.
The elves turned grumpy and Santa just
ignored him.
No one cared for the polka-dotted
penguin.
So he started to cause mischief, just a
little trouble here and there.
A bike lost a spoke, the cards lost an
ace, and Barbie lost her hair.
There was one thing that became the
penguin's bane.
The candy cane.
Nights passed by with the penguin lying
awake.
He thought about making the candy a
snake.
Schemes and plots would form and drift
away.
Hours he would just hate as he lay.
Suddenly it came to him!
Oh what a plan!
But how would he get passed
The jolly red man.
The polka-dotted penguin put on a suit
Walked into the kitchen and found the
loot
He added a little of this and a little
of that
Until the candy cane was finished and
there it sat.
They were wrapped and labeled
Ready to ship.
The elves never knowing what was about
to slip.
Little Susy opened hers up.
Asked her mom why the candy cane bent.
She bounced it and stretched it
wondering what had Santa sent.
With one lick the child knew
Somewhere in Santa's workshop there had
been a coup.
She cried and threw it against the
wall.
It bounced back just like a rubber
ball.
The complaints rolled in to Santa's
den.
He wondered and pondered and got out a
pen.
“A year off to the one who finds
The one who has put us in a bind”
The elves murmured and rumored.
Each one turning on the other.
All save for one, the one who has no
brother.
The polka-dotted penguin sat there
humored.
His laughter grew to such extent
That all the elves turned in
wonderment.
“What is so joyful?” Santa asked.
“Oh nothing,” the laughter barely
masked.
The penguin totted off in vain
Chewing on his one sole bane.
“Yum this is great! I wonder who made
it.”
“AHHHH!”, Santa awoke with such a
scream.
“I am so glad that was just a dream!”
As he lay in bed he looked outside.
The wind was blowing and it was
snowing.
There for a moment was something
glowing.
For a moment he wondered if there was
within
The polka-dotted penguin laughing with
a grin.
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