Christmas Gingerbread
I’d serve you ginger if I could
But ginger’s off the shelf
Some say nutmeg nog is twice as good
But I wouldn’t know, myself
For I’m attached to cinnamon
How I love her fragrent curls
She’s always loved her punkin
And how he treated little girls
I’d serve you ginger if I could
But ginger’s on the shelf
Warm spicy, icy frosted good
Reserved for Santa’s faithful elf.
He stayed up making peppermint
Out of candy mountain snow, ‘cause
It’s the red stripe swirling filled indent
That gives Rudolph’s nose its glow.
My Molly fingers paperdolls
Asking, Daddy, how soon really is it?
While jolly Holly decks our walls
Awaiting Santa’s annual visit.
Capricorn arrived last night
And whispered, “Only three more days.”
So I trimmed a tree with candle light
While I chilled plum pudding glaze.
I’d serve you ginger if I could
But is seems to only cause dismay
When nothing after tastes quite like it should
And that would ruin Christmas Day.
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