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Twas a few weeks before Christmas and all through the Plan Toys eco dollhouse,
Not a creature was stirring, not even an Ocena bib with a mouse
The Dwell & 3 Sprouts hooded towels were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that a Raspberry Kids parcel soon would be there,

The kidlets were all nestled all sung in their dwellstudio outfitted beds,
While visions of ecotronics danced in their heads,
And mamma with her Klean Kanteen wine karafe, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.

When out on the web, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang for my computer to see what was the matter,
Away to the browser I clicked like a flash,
Opened some windows and threw off the cache.

The Cici Art Factory Man on the Moon print was on the breast of the new fallen snow,
And gave the lustre of mid-day objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh being pulled by anamalz including a tiny reindeer!

With a Sprig Toys Discover Rig driver, Cap Faraday, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be helping St. Nick.
More rapid than a beleduc owl puppet his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Bear, now Piggy, now, Horsey and Kangaroo!
On, Hippo!
On, Goat! on, Donkey and Panda who loves bamboo!
To the top of the porch! To the designer Little Chipipi decals on the wall!
Now dash away!  Dash away!  Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the Welcome Home doll house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and Swinging St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little Reindeer hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in Colette Kids, from his head to his BabyLegs footless tights,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his Cocoon Couture Santa Sack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a Schnookums bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the Snowy Sports, Ready, Set, Play.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a boon catch bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of my Cocoon Couture stand for the shelf!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He wrote not a word in his Momiji or espe journal, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a fresh, healthy & fun night!"

From Mrs. Claus

The Chief Executive Elf at Raspberry Kids


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