Part 1:
My feelings on winter,
Can clearly be stated:
It’s cold and it’s wet!
It’s summer outdated.
But winter I traveled,
Outside did come next.
In search of some help,
That’s just where I trekked.
And found it, I did,
From wonderful creatures.
Ornaments as well,
And the most helpful teachers.
They appeared in the snow,
Like two bumps on a log.
A gregarious squirrel,
And a bookish hedgehog!
Can clearly be stated:
It’s cold and it’s wet!
It’s summer outdated.
But winter I traveled,
Outside did come next.
In search of some help,
That’s just where I trekked.
And found it, I did,
From wonderful creatures.
Ornaments as well,
And the most helpful teachers.
They appeared in the snow,
Like two bumps on a log.
A gregarious squirrel,
And a bookish hedgehog!
“Hello there, my friend,”
Said the squirrel with a grin.
“Good morning to you,”
Said the hedgehog akin.
“I awoke made like this,”
That’s what I described.
They said, “Do not fret,”
And some help they prescribed.
“At this time of year,
Only one can fix flaws,
You may call him Saint Nick,
Or just ol’ Santa Claus.”
I shivered and squirmed,
They said, “Go back inside.”
So I thanked them profusely,
And warmed up my back-side.
Said the squirrel with a grin.
“Good morning to you,”
Said the hedgehog akin.
“I awoke made like this,”
That’s what I described.
They said, “Do not fret,”
And some help they prescribed.
“At this time of year,
Only one can fix flaws,
You may call him Saint Nick,
Or just ol’ Santa Claus.”
I shivered and squirmed,
They said, “Go back inside.”
So I thanked them profusely,
And warmed up my back-side.
When all of a sudden,
I heard such a clatter.
I ran to the door,
To see what was the matter.
And who did I see?
It was Santa, no doubt!
But he looked not himself,
Not nearly as stout.
“I shaved off my beard,”
He said hardy-o.
“And I lost fifty pounds,
With much cardio!”
“And all of that red,
It’s cliché, out of time.
Switched up to some blue,
Mrs. Claus says I'm fine.”
I heard such a clatter.
I ran to the door,
To see what was the matter.
And who did I see?
It was Santa, no doubt!
But he looked not himself,
Not nearly as stout.
“I shaved off my beard,”
He said hardy-o.
“And I lost fifty pounds,
With much cardio!”
“And all of that red,
It’s cliché, out of time.
Switched up to some blue,
Mrs. Claus says I'm fine.”
“That’s great,” I told Santa,
“So glad you’ve gone healthy,
But I once was a lion,
Now look what’s befell me!”
He stood and he chuckled,
Although no belly bouncing,
I’ll admit, please don’t judge,
My spirit was doubting.
I should not have worried,
He’s the hero of Christmas!
Santa gave me a wink,
That said, “Hey, you got this.”
And I heard him exclaim,
As he rode off with steam.
“Wake up, my dear lion,
Wake up from this dream!”
“So glad you’ve gone healthy,
But I once was a lion,
Now look what’s befell me!”
He stood and he chuckled,
Although no belly bouncing,
I’ll admit, please don’t judge,
My spirit was doubting.
I should not have worried,
He’s the hero of Christmas!
Santa gave me a wink,
That said, “Hey, you got this.”
And I heard him exclaim,
As he rode off with steam.
“Wake up, my dear lion,
Wake up from this dream!”