My mind is slow.
Nine reindeer blow.
Please, explain why,
Santa’s flying high.
No stars tonight
The sky’s a fright
My chimney’s snow-packed.
My patience got snatched
And this myth is making me low.
Believe in the magic.
Well, that’s just tragic.
If you believe in that,
I’ve got a disguise hat.
You say an overweight elf,
Has escaped his shelf.
And commands a sleigh,
Packed with presents
Bringing joy,
For every tiny girl and boy.
And each mom and dad
Is in on the gag?
Alright, I’ll bite.
What do grinches eat?
You say, “They love little Who-feet.
Buttered like corn, salty, or sweet.
It’s a treat you can put.
Beneath a fresh tree
For skinny old grinches like me. “
So, mark your calendars.
Cancel your dates.
It isn’t too late.
To take the bait
Still, it sounds a bit fishy to me.
Cornelia DeDona 12/19/25
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