Twas the month before Christmas
and all through The Cart
The dollies were ready for the party to start.
Ginger was wearing her finest attire
(and she smelled mighty sweet sitting next to the fire).
A little angel, her light shining bright,
Held fast to her star, awaiting The Night.
All bundled up and wishing for snow drifts,
Ellie imagines a sleigh, with elephants to tow it.
Even the moon and stars don pajamas,
getting tucked in by celestial Mommas.
Bunnies dream of holly jolly things
Like stockings and packages tied up with string.
A little elf waits for Santa's call.
She does her part, no matter how small.
The Big Guy himself is packing up toys
For all the good little girls and boys.