If you need a Christmas tuffet,
A seat to sit on, don’t you rough it!
Remember the woman Little Miss Muffet,
And ask for one as a stocking stuff-it.
Santa has presents in his budget.
Down the chimney, they will plummet.
Ask for a sleigh or a trumpet,
Even if you think he will be reluctant.
In the end, you will be triumphant.
Just leave Santa a cookie or a crumpet.
By the time you blink, there’ll be a ruckus,
Like at a secret winter snowflake summit.
Take your gift, and don’t you covet
Someone else’s Christmas bucket.
Your greatest wish was a Christmas tuffet,
And your dream might have been the toughest.
So sit on your stool like an elf or a puppet,
And be thankful you don’t live in a mud hut!
Copyright 2020 Jennifer Waters
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