Noel never comes hot,
this old codger knows his shot,
he covers everything in white
even the hairs of the slight.
He comes with a whoosh,
spreading his glittery mush
this mushy mass melts too quickly,
like a candle that melts faithfully.
Noel knows everything,
he knows what they think;
He follows them on tip - toes,
eavesdropping like the evil moles.
He lives throughout the last month,
saves his mischiefs for the first month.
That mischievousness in all innocence,
this hag he never lagged in patience.
A cold cold codger,
he accepts every lodger,
with hands too cold
and eyes that behold.
He swirls across the curling Earth,
and tints it like his own hearth.
He circles around round in rounds,
like a flake he bounds.
Wreaths and garlands round his neck,
he approaches me for a peck on the neck.
He stalks the stockings
to gasp each longing.
He pecks the pecked things away,
and,sits all night thinking of a way,
to please me with his gifts
and, feliz me with his bits.
I'll miss you Noel,
you are my bubbly bauble and bell,
I'll wait for you,
have a holly holiday, Noel.
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 4:23 AM UTC
Noel never comes hot,
this old codger knows his shot,
he covers everything in white
even the hairs of the slight.
He comes with a whoosh,
spreading his glittery mush
this mushy mass melts too quickly,
like a candle that melts faithfully.
Noel knows everything,
he knows what they think;
He follows them on tip - toes,
eavesdropping like the evil moles.
He lives throughout the last month,
saves his mischiefs for the first month.
That mischievousness in all innocence,
this hag he never lagged in patience.
A cold cold codger,
he accepts every lodger,
with hands too cold
and eyes that behold.
He swirls across the curling Earth,
and tints it like his own hearth.
He circles around round in rounds,
like a flake he bounds.
Wreaths and garlands round his neck,
he approaches me for a peck on the neck.
He stalks the stockings
to gasp each longing.
He pecks the pecked things away,
and,sits all night thinking of a way,
to please me with his gifts
and, feliz me with his bits.
I'll miss you Noel,
you are my bubbly bauble and bell,
I'll wait for you,
have a holly holiday, Noel.
# Christmas
